Rants and Chants

My younger son woke up with a mild headache this morning. I made sure he had something to eat, plenty of water, and I showed him a breathing exercise to help ease it. Nevertheless, on the drive to school, he said, “This music is giving me a headache.” I turned it off. (T. Rex “Jeepster,” btw.) Then he said, “The sun is giving me a headache.” Then he said, “This traffic is giving me a headache.” (Traffic being a relative term — to him five cars at a stop light was “traffic” — when I must’ve seen 100 cars around me driving home from Saratoga last night.) And on went the list of things that were giving him a headache.

Finally I said, “Well, Ben, maybe it’s just that you have a headache, so everything is annoying to you. I get that way.” That prompted his first laugh of the day.

At school, one of the other moms said hello to him and asked how he was.

“I have a headache,” he said.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” she said.

“My Dad gave it to me,” he replied.

:-/