When I woke Lukie up for school this morning, he moaned and told me he had a bad headache.  Well, I was pretty sure he was faking, but I figured that with the crazy week we'd had, it would be OK for him to stay home and have a mental health day.

Well, the joke was on me when it turned out that Luke really was sick.  He sat in this chair all day with rosy cheeks, glazed-over eyes, and a wretched fever.  Sorry for doubting you, Schmuke.