Charlie’s tummy was not feeling so good earlier this week. He looked into my eyes and said:
“Dad… diarrhea is the worst.”
Then he paused for a moment, looked down at his feet, and then returned his gaze to me and added, “Though I have to say, the Black Death is actually worse.”
To his credit, the boy has perspective even at the tender age of six.
Unfortunately, this comment was followed by a series of questions about the Black Death, an explanation of the lyrics in “Ring Around the Rosy,” a review of the symptoms that lead to the Plague, and some serious concern that the patch of dry skin on his leg might be a precursor to his own, oncoming battle with this deadly disease.
A few anxious hours, to be sure, but still… perspective.
