My coworker brought in her six-year-old son today, because he’s sick. He’s one of those really cute kids that seem just like teeny little old people. Very serious, very solemn. I like a kid who’s a little concerned about how things are turning out. Plus, he’s stuffy, so he’s even funnier than normal.
I’ve been sick myself, the past day or so, so I thought we could compare symptoms, one prematurely old person to another.
“So what are you sick with?” I asked him.
He tapped his chin thoughtfully, and gave me the list: “I have a cold, a cough, a stuffy head, and I don’t feel good either. Also…” He held up his thumb, which had a bandaid on it. “…I have a strip on my thumb.”
“An ouchless strip.”
“What’s wrong with your thumb?”
He looked very concerned, and said in low, confidential voice. “I don’t know, but it hurts.”
I love this kid.