I let him stay home from school anyway.
When he didn't put up a fight when I called the doctor, I figured that he was telling the truth. It is because I trust my son that I got a babysitter for his siblings and drove to the pediatrician's office in a mini blizzard.
The doctor's office is a place of miracles because the minute that we got there, my deathly ill five year-old perked up and announced to the office staff that he was healed. His healing was so complete, in fact, that when the nurse asked him which ear hurt, he couldn't remember.
"How are you feeling today?" the nurse asked as she pointed to a chart covered with faces portraying varying expressions of distress.
Cortlen pointed to the smiling, definitely not sick face.
"I thought your ear hurt," said the nurse, confused.
"Just kidding!" he giggled.
My son's raucous belly laughs continued until he caught my gaze, at which point they abruptly stopped.
"There had better be something wrong with you or there is going to be a problem," I said unflinchingly.
My son's life was spared by the presence of a small amount of cloudy fluid in his right ear canal. The doctor mentioned several times during our short visit that he had never seen a patient so happy to have an ear infection.
"Relieved," I corrected.
The doctor smiled and chuckled warmly, not knowing how close he came to witnessing World War III break out in his exam room.
Any fakers at your house? Tell me all the details so I don't feel like such a sucker!