I Don't Know Why He Swallowed the Fly - He Thinks He'll Die

For reasons of illness Will and I stayed home this fine Monday. Yes, I am supposed to rest when I'm sick but, no, I didn't because you can't rest when there's laundry to do. I learned it from my mother...

So I'm folding and hanging clothes while Wilson watches Spongebob. He gets up and comes back to the room. I might add here that this child has NO poker face. He can never be a defense attorney, he will not make a great politician, he will never, ever be on a poker challenge airing on tv. He comes in the room and sits down without saying a word. That's uncommon. Normally he is the great commentator. Spongebob ends and we switch over to the 4:00 news.

One of the headlines is "20 Seconds that will help you save someone's life". I start to change the channel because hurricane coverage is on first and Wilson has anxiety over hurricanes now. He doesn't want me to change the channel. He starts crying. He gets up and stands in the corner. I ask him what's wrong.

"I just want to say I love you."
"Ok. I love you too. Will, are you sick?"
"No - I'm going to die. You changed the channel and now I'm going to die."
"What happened?"
"I swallowed a bug and now it's on the way to my brain and I'm going to die."

Ok...

"Let me explain how the digestive system works."

I pull out an old health book and explain how the bug got the raw end of the deal. He has me explain it three times. Finally he's decided I'm not sugar-coating his death. He gives me a big hug and says "Thank you for saving my life. I love you!" With that he was off, death having been cheated out of a bug to the brain.