Technology is amazing. Even when you think the school system has taken responsibility for your child for a few hours, the on-line network can reach out and pull you back in.

The 12 year old called me on her cell from the school bus this morning saying her tummy hurt. Her seatmate also got on to tell me how bad it was. Then came the text message asking if she could come home.

Before I sound like a negligent, pit-bull-raising, deadbeat dad, understand the "trick tummy" that has accounted for numerous days off school and corresponding (but not unwelcome) missed days at work. Often her remedy of choice once at home are Slurpee's, ice cream and cookies. The real miracle is not that she feels fine within 20 minutes of school starting, but that she is not the size of a house.
Since I was driving to the office at the time of Camille's death-bed pleas, I told her if I came to get her we'd have to go to the hospital and she'd need to make up the missed class work tonight.

Silence...

Long story short, she called again from school 10 minutes later saying she had thrown up (her friend again confirmed the nature of the vomit). She felt fine and was now off to class.

I had many nights in my twenties where puking my guts out was all that was needed to push in till dawn. I wonder if this is hereditary?

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