Poor Freddy

You remember my kindergarten age son, L'il Freddy? The poor guy gets migraine headaches. He gets them from me, but his are much worse than mine. Mine involve a mild headache and a disco's worth of flashing lights in my eyes. He gets a terrible headache, light sensitivity and throwing up, followed by sleep and feeling much better when he wakes up. Last night in the midst of an episode, I was talking to Fred as he hid under a blanket where it was dark. I told him he didn't have to go to school today if he didn't feel well. We had a perfect Scarlett O'Hara, post rotten veggie, crawling in the field moment when he lifted the blanket enough so I could see his face and he said emphatically, "No Mom. I have to go to school. I want to learn!" and then collapsed back on the couch. My God, I'm in love.