After a triumphant morning of rugby, my younger son went to help out at the school fair.
As I was finishing my lunch, I got a text ‘I don’t feel well. Can you pick me up now?’
I dropped everything and went. Trying not to panic. But I’m a real worrier when it comes to illness. I had a lot of thoughts running through my head.
The first was – Please don’t let him be sick in my car.
He was going to a friend’s party later that day. What if he had to miss it?
It was also my daughter’s party later that day. What if either my husband or I had to miss that? My mum wouldn’t mind looking after my son if he had a headache or temperature, but she wouldn’t want to look after him if he was being sick.
Had he taken a knock to the head at rugby? Had he eaten something that disagreed with him at the school fair?
And then there he was. Walking down the road towards the car, smiling. He didn’t look ill. Had he been joking?
No, he’d been doing a drinking competition. Not alcohol of course, he’s 12 and it was a grammar school fair. Just water. Drinking really fast is one of my son’s special talents. One of the stalls was a competition to see who could drink water the fastest. And he could. As he’d demonstrated several times over.
Possibly slightly dehydrated from a rugby match in warmer weather, he had then consumed four cups of water very quickly, one after the other.
Then he’d felt sick.
He’d texted me, then gone to the toilet. Burped a bit. Taken a few deep breaths. And soon he felt perfectly fine.
If that’s what happens after drinking water really fast, this seemed like a good point to remind him that he must never use his ‘special skills’ with alcohol.