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I need a fever sticker

During the past few weeks Ryan has started procastinating every morning before going to school. It always starts with ” Mummy I am sick… I need a fever sticker.” This is followed by him lying flat on the bed with his hand to his forehead.

” Feel me.. my head is hot.. I have a fever”. I reach over and feel his forehead. It is fine.. ” No fever,” I replied” Now get changed for school.”

” I told you I’m sick” Ryan insists ” Check my temperature again”

This time to make sure and to show him that his really FINE I take out the clinically approved BRAUN thermormeter and took his temperature. ” See.. 36.7degree celcius” I exclaim ” Put on your clothes and get ready for school”

Ryan still insists that he needs a fever sticker.

” If you have a fever sticker will you feel better and be okay to go to school?” I quizzed him. Ryan nodded and said yes.

Grudgingly I go to the refigerator peel open the pack of fever stickers, take one out and paste it on his forehead.

“Ok…Now you have your fever sticker,” I say “get dress for school”

He changes out of his pyjamas and into his school uniform and within 10 min he was happily boarding the school bus with the sticker on his forhead.

KIDS!!!

* For anyone who is wondering what a Fever sticker is it is a cooling adhesive used commently here to bring down the temperature when children have fever. It looks something like this

Conversation during playtime

Noooooo…..don’t take my train!!” screams Ryan from the living room. “Ehh!!” goes Roy.

This is one of the typical tussle that I have to face daily when the boys play together.

” Roy… u must ask me for permission before you take my toy,” says Ryan” OK! Ask first then I will lend you my toy.” [ Mentoring to Roy on how to share and take turns]

A few seconds later he starts hollering again. ” Mummy!!! Roy took my toy WITHOUT PERMISSION AGAIN!!! I want you to come here and scold him. He is so rude. Take my toy without asking.”

I dropped my laundry and walk over to where they are and approached Roy.

” Roy, you must ask your brother for his permission before you take his train to play,” I say.

” Please give mummy the train.” I stretch out my hand for it and Roy places the train on my palm.

Handing back the train to Ryan I gestured Roy to ask him for it as his eyes were still transfixed on the train.

Roy glanced at his brother, went over tapped his shoulder, pointed at the train and said ” Ehh”.

” Ryan , Roy asked you for your permission. Pass him the toy.”

Ryan still feeling defiant and unwilling to share his train replies ” I didn’t hear Roy say can I have the train please?”

” Well.. what do you expect your brother to say? He is only ONE!!!” I reply.