You know I like to go to the place I play a lot. Mommy calls it daycare. But today, I wanted to stay home and I wanted Mommy to stay home with me. I know how to get her to do that. Talk through my nose and tell her my tummy hurts. It works every time, well… most every time. She always puts her hand on my forehead.  Now, she pulls out a thing she calls a themomenator, sticks it in my mouth for a while, and then squeezes her eyes to see something in it. Then she calls out some big, big, number with points.

“Oh, let me see… 98 point 5! Your temperature is good. Where does your tummy hurt?”

Where does my tummy hurt? What kind of question's that? My tummy! That is the cue. I must roll in a ball, grab my tummy, and play crying.

I don’t think she's believing me this time, cause she tells me to lie on my back so she can feel my tummy. Ok. She presses and presses.

“Does it hurt here, or here?”   

“Eeeewwww, I don’t know,Mommy, ev' rywhere. Eeeewwww!”

You know what she says next?
“It’s probably just gas.”

I’m not a car, what does she mean gas?

She tells me that I am still going and she will let Miss Moses know so she can keep an eye on me.
Great, my life's just daisy. I really don't know what that means, but Mommy says it all the time when she opens her mail and Granny calls. She just throws up her hands and rolls her eyes, ' "Great! My life is just daisy.” ' I guess it's like I feel now. I‘m not happy about this, but I don’t know what else to do. I know; just do like Daddy does. I will tell her it is my day off and all I’m gonna do is watch T.V.  She doesn’t tell him to get up and go to work.

"Weally, Mommy, it's my day off. I'll just watch T.V. Ok?"

Now she’s laughing. This is funny? She never laughed when Daddy said it. She rubs my head and says, "Little man, you are going to playschool today. No ifs, ands, and buts! You are so much like your Daddy. "

Well, if I'm so much like my Daddy, why didn’t she let me stay home?  I just don’t get grownups, ‘specially girls. My Daddy says that too. ‘ "Son, don’t ever try to understand girls. You’ll be happier." ’ Well I’m not happy right now.

She leaves me at my play place with a kiss on the cheek. She thinks that's going to work? No way. I’m not happy and, boy, does the day drag on. Wait till she comes to pick me up. I’ll make her feel sorry for making me go today.

Finally, Mommy comes to pick me up. Bad day, bad day. Miss Moses tells her I’m fine. What did I do to make her think I was fine? I just colored and played with my friends. Mommy says she just doesn’t know what she is going to do with me. We’ll see. It’s time to make her day just daisy.