M had the flu on Monday. Our post-holiday dinner plans were a no-go.
I broke the news, along with M’s apology, to N as we drove home from her tennis clinic. The hug I was also instructed to deliver would have to wait a little bit. We were in a moving vehicle. The seatbelts presented an obstacle.
N took the news pretty well. She blinked at the empty landscape outside the car window and wondered out loud, “Well, who ~is~ coming to dinner?”
It made me chuckle. Rather than the regular fall-out from Christmas candy sugar high, or the particular heartbreak of waking up to a morning without presents and stockings the holiday crash for this nine year old was an uncrowded dinner table.
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