Marc is clinging to me, his chubby arms tight around my neck. This is not his usual behavior. I am worried. I better call Sam.
“Sofie, are you OK?”
“I’m fine. It’s Marc.”
“What’s wrong?” I can hear the anxiety in his voice. I am torn between showing how worried I am and toning it down.
“He is fussy and has been unhappy and crying the whole day,” I answer as calmly as I can. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him.”
“Calm down, don’t worry,” he answers. “Did you take his temperature?”
“Do it right now and then call Dr. Thomas. I’m leaving the office in a few minutes and I’ll be home soon.”