L had an asthma attack at school on Thursday- which his teacher and the nurse handled perfectly, I'm so glad to say- so he stayed home yesterday to rest.
His asthma is so tricky to me. It's not exercise-induced. It's not emotionally enduced (I would have been so ready for that one thanks to my many years of devotion to the baby sitters club). But a cold or allergies sets it off, and he seems to go from zero to ICU in hours.
So when he looked allergy-y yesterday morning before school, I sent him back to bed, and he spent the day with Whim.
They showed up to M's play last night looking like this:
Talk about taking someone's breath away!