This weekend Jack wasn’t feeling well and then he was about to ask to light a match and Rosie took the matches from him, lit one then blew it out and somehow it ended up in his eye. This is not unusual, and it conjures the same boring lectures about matches and fire while also bringing up the question of how much to coddle Jack and whether or not he is really okay. And he isn’t our kid, so we err on the side of checking his eye every fifteen minutes just so we don’t get in trouble. And then the lectures to Rosie, who can be so quietly aggressive to her brother, just under the parent radar. Then Jack fell asleep in the middle of the afternoon, after I had wrapped a scarf around his head to help him feel like a one-eyed pirate. We woke him for dinner but he didn’t eat any, though he did eat dessert.

March 24th, 2009 | Category: house | Subscribe to comments | Leave a comment | Trackback URL