A few weeks ago our house got hit hard with that dreadful stomach virus that has been making the rounds. Pierce had some special activities going on at school that he'd really been looking forward to attending. I have to give him credit for positive outlook. He kept going around the house (as his brothers hovered by the toilet) saying, "I'm not going to get it. I know I'm not". Famous last words.
I found him hiding in his bed. He didn't want us to know he was sick. He wanted to go to school that badly.
Needless to say, he had to stay home. But he cheered up when I pulled out the pyramid that he received from Santa Clause.
I read to him about Egyptian culture and archaeology while Pierce got set up. His first step was to crack the top and find the secret slide to remove it.
Once the top was off, he discovered the pyramid was full of sand. Luckily, he was armed with special tools to carefully remove the sand.
And, he found a sarcophagus! Pierce got very excited over this. He kept saying how cool it was.
Bit by bit, he removed a mummy, a death mask, the sarcophagus, and 4 animal urns (which were used to store the organs before mummification.
Readers, does it seem like sickness always comes at the most inconvenient times? Or is it just me?