It’s not a miracle, it’s not a cure, but it is a tiny step towards “better than yesterday.
It also seems that the teacher did not see the humor, or validity, in our son’s group’s decision that eating three Popeye’s Chicken biscuits without a glass of water was a serious punishment (Google it, it’s actually a thing).
Maybe standing by Mike’s side as he has battled this disease has made me worse of a parent, but as I sit here and work out the math of how we can pay out of pocket for this prescription, I’m having a difficult time grasping the seriousness of an ill received biscuit joke.
Don’t get me wrong, our kid will march into that classroom and apologize to his teacher about not taking the work seriously, and he will redo the assignment, but if this is the worst thing that happens today, this week, this month, then we’re all in pretty good shape.