“You are the bows from which your children as living arrows are sent forth.” Kahlil Gibran
Ollie // Poor biggest son… when I picked him up from school today, he walked out of the doors and there were tears running down his cheeks. I asked him what on earth was wrong and he told me he had a sore head and was very tired. This is so out of character for Ollie… he normally storms out of those doors full of beans. It was also raining a ton, and it is always such a rush for the bus and I knew Ollie wasn’t up to running the whole way there, so we took a taxi home instead. He went to school in his pyjamas because it is World Book Day and he went dressed as the boy from The Polar Express… his favourite book. He was able to come inside and get straight into bed. I made him hot Ribena and he read books and watched Phineas and Ferb.
Nate // I think Nate was confused that we had suddenly jumped into a taxi. We have our routine that is collecting Ollie, rushing for the bus, making the bus and having some sweets as our treat for getting there on time. None of that happened and he was so amused to see Ollie climb straight into bed, that he followed him in once I took his rain soaked trousers off. He read books and watched some Phineas and Ferb too. He also had hot Ribena, but spilled it over the bed so it got confiscated. He was so sweet to Ollie, who rolled over and closed his eyes for a while. He knew Ollie was not well, so stroked his head and snuggled up against him.