Struck Down

 "It's time to go to kindergarten Deac!" I say from upstairs. "Are you ready all the way with your coat, backpack and shoes?"

No answer.....

Where is he??? He was there just a minute ago. 

I think to myself, is there something wrong?....

I walk out of my room to see that there is indeed something wrong. Little Deac has been knocked out by the dreaded "I can't go to school because I have been struck down and died" sickness!!!

That's my funny guy...