I told my best gfriends last night that I couldn't imagine anything sweeter than the Boy and the Girl Child when they are going to bed at night. Our bedtime routine is as follows:
1) Hug and kiss mom
2) Hug each other and wish each other a Good-night
3) Hug the dog and wish her a Good-night
4) Hug daddy, if he's home
5) Hug mom again
My favorite part? Is #2. I've always believed it's the sweetest thing ever. Girl Child always calls Boy Child his nickname, which is what she called him when they were little-bitties.
I was wrong, though, about it being the sweetest thing ever.
Because today? I got a call from the school telling me I had to pick up Girl Child immediately. She had a temperature of 102.6. When I arrived they told me how very many students had been dismissed today and several students were sitting in the office, looking miserable and forlorn.
Girl Child? Has the flu. A big mamba-jamba case of it.
I went back to the school at the normal time to pick up the Boy Child. He bounded down the hill to the parking lot and gleefully jumped in the car and said,
"Where's Girl Child?"
I told him she was at home, sleeping. We live only a few miles from the school and Girl and Boy Child are at the age now that they are okay to be home alone for a short while. I told Boy Child that his sister had the flu and his deeply tan little face went white. He had heard all about the flu...he can't help it what with Jason's obsession with the news.
He touched my arm. "You have to tell me...will she be okay?"
I assured him she would be okay. That she needs fluids and rest and motrin but that she'll be okay.
"She won't die?" he asked.
I told him she wouldn't.
"Good," he told me. "I could never live without Girl Child."
I told him I couldn't imagine I could live without her either.
We drove the short distance home (he did tell me, in the car that he felt "Fit as a Fiddle") and he bounded up the porch steps and told me, "I'll go check on my sister."
He went to her room, respectfully knocking on her door before he went in. He came in and told her all about his day and what happened at school. He asked if she felt okay and got her a glass of water. He sat next to her and is sitting next to her, on the floor amid all her stuffed animals. Watching a DVD.
I love how he cares so much about her. I don't know if it's a twin thing or what. All I know is that it's a very, very good thing.