The great thing about my seven-year-old is that when he says he's not feeling well, and that he doesn't want to go to school, it's because he really doesn't feel well. (I'm enjoying not having to read between the lines, while I still can.)
Of course, later that morning he was feeling much better. (At 11:00 AM he suggested I bring him to school, but by then it was too late.) He'd be his energetic seven-year-old self, but when I'd remind him that he wasn't feeling well, all of that energy would evaporate in an instant — for a few minutes, at least. I know he really did feel poorly this morning, but I think he felt obligated to play that part when called upon for the rest of the day. Somewhere between getting away with something, and intentionally getting away with something.
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