Full Speed insisted his stomach hurt all day. It was so critical at one point he had to go to the nurse’s office.
“Okay, then I guess you can lay down when we get home and you can go to bed super early to get better fast,” I sweetly insisted.
Suddenly, he felt better.
The miraculous recovery spilled over to the next day.
“If you tell the teacher you need to see the nurse again, I will make sure you go to bed right after dinner when you get home.”
No nurse’s note appeared in his take home folder.
He is healed.
So much in fact, check out this action: (disclaimer–T.Puzzle screams really loud at the end of this for no apparent reason so you may want to cut the audio before viewing)
So, all is well with Full Speed and he learned how to ride a bike without training wheels in one day this week.
It seemed the harder I pushed him to learn, the less motivated he was. I gave up the fight and six months later he got on his bike and rode off into the sunset sans training wheels.
A miracle here, a miracle there, everywhere a miracle.