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Zane’s science teacher stopped me in the lunchroom yesterday, said she just had to let me know about what he had said in class.

“Oh Lord,” I audibly muttered.

Seems the discussion of the day involved something about adequate fluid intake.  The teacher had asked the class, “does anyone know what it is to be dehydrated?”

My mind immediately flashed to a morning just a few weeks earlier.  I had just picked up Zia and the twins from their morning classes and was loading them into the car.  I was literally standing in the parking lot–mere feet from the schoolhouse door when my cell phone rang.

It was the school nurse who was calling to let me know that Zane was in quite a bit of discomfort and I should probably come and get him.  Seems he was constipated.  (The problem was immediately resolved upon arriving home for in the comfort of familiar facilities he was able to rid himself of the offending load.  Yeah, I checked my kid out of school so he could go home and poop!))

Anyway, Zane and I had a long discussion about making sure he drinks plenty of water and keeps himself  adequately hydrated so that this doesn’t happen again.

So when the teacher asked if anyone knew what it was to be dehydrated I just knew Zane would be regaling the class with his tale of the reluctant turtle.  I suppose I was a little bit relieved when she said Zane had immediately piped up and said, “I’m not for sure.  But I know your pee gets real yellow.  And orange!”