Yesterday I got a call from Hayden's school that he was running a fever, pale and complaining of stomach pain. When I picked him up, he had perked up considerably but was still complaining of a sore tummy. We got to the car and the following conversation ensued:
Hayden: Can I have a special treat?
Me: I don't think that's a good idea buddy. Your tummy is upset. You can have some crackers when we get home.
Hayden: My tummy doesn't hurt anymore.
Me: Well then I think you've been telling fibs about feeling sick to your tummy, and you don't get special treats if you lie.
Hayden: I wasn't lying. My tummy was sad because it was lonely, that's why it hurt. When I saw you, my tummy was happy and didn't hurt any more.
Me (stifling laughter): That's a nice story buddy, but it's hearts that hurt when you're lonely, not stomachs.
Hayden: Well my heart did hurt and then my stomach was crying because my heart was so sad, that's why I felt sick.
How could you not love this kid?!? And yes, he got a "gorilla" bar once he got home.