Our Young Sir wakes up slowly, just like his mama. The other two spring out of bed, eager to see Daddy and jump into the day, but, more often than not, our number two child climbs into bed with me as we cling to a few more minutes of sleep, pretending to ourselves that the day hasn’t started yet.
This morning, he staggered into the kitchen, bleary eyed and cranky. He stood in the middle of the room for a few moments, a sleepy fog clouding his expression, with a much loved blue blanket trailing from his hand. And then he uttered “Mom, I have a tummy ache, I need medicine.”
I quickly glanced over, dreading the idea of another round of the tummy bug. Thankfully, a brief inspection assured me that his “tummy ache” was more of a protest against the morning and could safely be translated into “I don’t want to be awake yet.” So I collected a few blankets and snuggled him down on to the couch for a few more minutes to doze.
After ten minutes of quiet, I hear his voice calling me again, echoing his concerns about an achy tummy and his desire for “pink medicine” (the term our family has coined to describe the Children’s Pepto Bismal we keep on hand).
“No sweetheart, just lay down for a few more minutes until you’re ready to wake up.”
“Can I at least have some olives?”
“Yes, I want three. They are good for tummy aches too.”
And would you believe it, but a dose of three kalamata olives did the trick, banishing that tummy ache to the ends of the earth.