Mythankfulboy did not feel especially well last night. He came into my 67 degree room and asked if the heat was on. He didn’t seem to have a fever, but definitely had a cough developing. He doesn’t want to miss school, though. In middle school he would have wanted to go to school for social reasons; in high school he doesn’t want to miss the coursework.
When he was ready for bed he popped his head into my room and said goodnight with a wave. I said, “Woah woah woah – where are you going?” He said, “Oh yeah!” and came in and sat down, saying, before his fanny hit the chair, “I’m thankful for DLC (something to do with an expansion of the video game Destiny), and that you picked me up from school today.” He then stood up as though to leave, and I told him to wait for my contribution. He stopped, and walked over to lay his hand on my arm and listen. I told him I was thankful for getting a few things accomplished, both at home and for work. I thanked him for, earlier, in the afternoon, turning his frustration at being asked to leave his game into helping me work with a happy heart. He grinned, winked, and left the room to go to bed.