This morning he woke up crying at 8:30am. After a battle, he took some Calpol and promptly went back to sleep until 10am. When he woke again he was still every sad and wanted to stay in bed and watch a movie. It looked like we were headed for another sad day for us both.
It was at this point that I remembered the package that had arrived the night before.
It would seem that curiosity is greater than pain when you are 3! Very quickly he was out of bed and in the living room tearing open the box. For the next 2 hours we played happily and he was the happiest I have seen him since the op. Even better he fed himself a bowl of cereal while playing and then asked for another. This also promptly disappeared!
What was in the box? What was that miracle cure?
| Two hours well spent! |