Parents can be so wrong sometimes

Yesterday, I didn't hear my daughter Kelsey get up. She's an early riser, like me, so that was odd. Checking on her, she protested she was sick with a horrible sore throat, and while she felt a little warm, it was pushing it to say she had a fever. I was dubious for two reasons, she'd had a busy weekend going to Clemson for the game and an overnight, and she had a big Calculus test waiting on her at school.

But we let her sleep, made an appointment with the doctor for the afternoon, and Cynthia and I went on to our morning tasks. I came home midday to fix the sick meal standard (chicken noodle soup, saltine crackers and ginger ale - it cures anything). Her sister called to made sure she was watching the sick-time movie. Whenever our girls have been home sick, seems they've always watched the Anne of Green Gables series. With all that and the time for the test already passed, I figured I was throwing away good money taking her to the doctor. Wrong.

"Strep throat, and it's good you recognized it early," said the doc. Kelsey cut her eyes to me as a way of saying, "See, I told you I was sick!" Such wonderful parenting moments!

By the way, if you want a good clean movie to watch, good character and story development and well-photographed, let me recommend Mrs. Potter. Cynthia brought it home Saturday night for us to watch. I figured it would just be a chick-flick. But, wrong again. I'm going to have to be sharp this week, I've already got two strikes on me.