Behold, the Power of Cheeseburger

This morning at 10am Ben's teacher called and asked if I could come take him home - he'd been crying and saying his stomach hurt. So I picked him up and he lay on my bed and watched cartoons for a while, drank some juice, and acted morose until I suggested maybe he was well enough to go to McDonald's for lunch? After devouring a Happy Meal, he seems much improved. Which means it is probably going to be a long afternoon.