Last Tuesday, the Impossible Son was complaining of a headache, sore muscles, and nausea. When I took his temperature, it was a stunning 96.4 F. So... no fever. I figured it was the result of not enough sleep after a three day weekend and pronounced him mostly fit for school. However, in the car, he turned green and looked likely to hurl, so I turned around and brought him back home.
I knew something was off when I suggested a nap and he went without protest.
My son has been protesting naps since the advanced age of two.
But last Tuesday, he said, "Huh... good idea," and promptly went to bed.
When he woke up five and a half hours later, he'd grown an inch. I am totally serious about this. He was taller when he woke up than he was when he went to sleep. Noticeably taller.
He's grown another inch since then, and I have a feeling he's going to do it again today. Because, once again, he woke up complaining of a headache and nausea, but this time, he's added a sore throat to the mix. I sent him to school after giving him something for the headache and congestion that had led to the sore throat, and they called me around 10:30 to come pick him up.
When we got home, as we were walking through the door, I said, "Maybe you should take a nap... wait, where'd you go?"
He was in bed before I could finish my sentence. Taking a nap.
He's going to grow again, I just know it. And dammit, that means MORE SOCKS. And probably another pair of shoes.
Shoot. Me. Now.