The daycare sent Franklin home on Wednesday with a suspected ear infection and a fever on one side of his head (don't ask, I don't understand either...)
Luckily, but not so happily, my Mother and sister are here in Victoria to bury my Grandmother's ashes next to her husband and son. Franklin loves his Taita and Auntie. It is clearly a treat to stay home with them.

I really don't think he was sick though. We went to the doctor Wednesday afternoon and they swabbed his throat. He has had to stay home with my Mother ever since - awaiting the lab results for suspected strep throat. Again, I really don't think he is sick. He's just not acting sick. He's a good kid when he's sick, but he really isn't acting sick.

We got the lab results this afternoon and what do you know? No strep throat...hmmmm. So, what does he have? He must have something. It can't be that he just doesn't feel like playing with others and for that particular day, seems to be a little moody. That couldn't be it. That might mean he's a... oh my god... toddler!

I realize the daycare knows all about normal toddler playtime action and they have to err on the side of caution. Hey, I would rather they send a kid home who has a danger of spreading something horrific around the centre. However, there are days when I wonder if the daycare actually owes me money.*

He went back to the doctor this evening to let another professional tell me what could be wrong with my son. Apparently, nothing. Apparently, a toddler can have swollen glands for teething, a cold, any little virus. It's not necessarily something in need of attention.

On the plus side, (there always seems to be one when it comes to this little guy) Franklin is very good at greeting his doctor au jour:
"Hullo doca-ta-teur".
He will sit calmly while his ears are examined and they listen to his chest. When everything is done, he checks himself out in the mirror, turns and proudly says:
"See-yah-lather doca-ta-teur".
He then runs down the hall and yells goodbye to the "doca-ta-tuer offis".

Too cute.

*Believe it or not, I actually calculated this during my lunch hour the other day and they don't owe us money. It might seem to me and to those who read this, that I have a sick child at home more often than a healthy child at daycare. Alas, it is only me, whining whining whining.

Nevertheless, my mother has still brought me a documentary about dangerous mold growth in homes. I also came back from work today to find the yellow pages conveniently left open on the dining room table - at the air quality testing page... yuk