Daddy's boy

D has been a daddy's boy from the time he was born.  Roy likes to tell a story about one time when D was a baby and got sick.  (Mom, you remember the time -- it was when D threw up on you at the hospital in SLC....)  I had to work the next day so Roy inflated our air mattress and went to sleep in the front room with D.  They snuggled together.  Roy rubbed his back and fed him some smashed carrots.  D threw up, went to sleep and awoke later in the night.  Roy gave him some juice.  The boy went back to sleep and felt better in the morning.  Roy likes to take credit for healing D. 
Of course, the man also claims to have raised D for the first year of his life.  Therefore his word can't always be taken seriously.

Today Roy went to have lunch at D's school.  They've been talking about this for YEARS.  Literally.  They have been planning for the day when D would be in full time school and Roy could come for lunch.  They also plan to make it a monthly thing.  They have both been so excited.
I thought about calling Roy around the time I knew lunch would be finishing up.  Imagine my pleasure when Roy called me.  I wanted to hear all about their wonderful lunch.  Instead Roy announced he'd checked D out of school and was bringing him home.  Apparently the poor boy wasn't feeling well.  He didn't even want his ice cream from lunch.  Obviously something was wrong!
So D came home early today while Roy went back to work.  D lounged on the couch, ate some cookie dough, had some lunch and felt better after a couple of hours.  I like to think I cured him this time.