George, dressed and ready for his first day back after missing a week for a Hawaiian vacay, lingers on the stairs. I look up at him, he says: "You know there is a thing called Airplane Sick?' I continue to look at him from the bottom of the stairs.
G: "Mama, there is a thing called Airplane Sick and ....I'm sorry but..."
me: "But, what?"
G: "But...(smiling very big)"
me: smiling right back...."Oh, you will be going to school today, my friend."
G: smiling bigger than ever now "There IS a thing called Airplane Sick, mama."
me: "Yes, and you don't have it, put on your socks."
He went to school and loved every minute of it.