How apt Entertain a Sick Child

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Whatever you do, don't fail to be arrogant of the results of Junior's efforts. Even although his work turns out to be very penniless,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], memorize that he absences encouragement and praise. It doesn't matter how well he carves a nag, what a count is that he is busy sculpturing. When mealtime coils around be sure that the helpings on his panel are small. It's very discouraging to face a huge plate of edible when your desire is skittish. It's simple to fold a sheet of paper and needle it tepee mainstream to set over his plate. He'll calculate it lots more amusement eating a repast the Indians left.
etimes it becomes very complicated to entertain a sick child. He accustomed to be more peevish and bored. But, for the parents they must keep nourished and entertained him. Here are few tips on how to keep your sick child busy in games and forget his grief.
Let your imagination flee rebel. When you enter the sickroom don't all be equitable plain Mother. Be a madame coming to phone or the waste male stopping in for a talk. Before you know it Junior ambition convert another human perhaps a king or a queen, and you'll must curtsy while you enter the apartment. Chuckles will welcome you instead of whines whether you grab his fancy in this game.
Here's hoping always your children will stay well, but if they ought be laid up don't let the fret and go keep you from bringing melodrama activities to the child. For a engaged child is a elated child, and a merry child recovers more immediately.
The radio can be your child's friend, but for Heaven's sake see what procedures he is listening to or he may wear himself out listening to too many thriller-dillers. Beside the mystery we spoke of there are numerous kinds of handwork that are distracting. All of this equipment can be served on trays as needed. Scissors and glue,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], modeling dirt, crayons, paper dolls,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], mosaic blocks, soap for carving, and toy furniture. The doll furniture can be made at the youngster or for the youngster out of safety-match boxes and cardboard and heavy paper.
Young children adore "Finger Fairies." They can be drawn or traced ashore heavy pearly periodical. Two fingers are inserted into the apertures in the body to take the location of thighs. You can make the finger fairy hike alternatively dancing up your arm or over the bedspread. And the fairy can acquaint Junior it is period for this or namely. As soon for the youths obtain acquainted with your finger fairies they'll absence some of their own. Draw 1 as the young invalid,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], besides namely you make the apertures apt appropriate his fingers. He'll love marching it up and down.
The mailman can aid you with your sick child too. Drop postal cards in the send addressed to the invalid. If you have time and the knack you can write little letters or draw comic pictures for the bed-ridden one then mail them. They'll be ever so many more amusing if they come via the send. The appearance of the mailman will assist wreck the day's monotony.

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you hear me? I want him! '
Gonyar said something.
'Didn't happen on your shift? That's what you say. So far as I can tell, no one knows when it happened. Or how. Or if it really did. Now, I want him in my office by three o'clock this afternoon, or some heads are going to roll. I can promise you that, and I always keep my promises. '
Something else from Gonyar, something that seemed to provoke Norton to even greater rage.
'No? Then look at this! Look at this! You recognize it? Last night's tally for Cellblock 5. Every prisoner accounted for! Dufresne was locked up last night at nine and it is impossible for him to be gone now! It is impossible! Now you find him! "
But at six that evening Andy was still among the missing, Norton himself stormed down to Cellblock 5, where the rest of us had been locked up all of that day. Had we been questioned? We had spent most of that long day being questioned by harried screws who were feeling the breath of the dragon on the backs of their necks. We all said the same thing: we had seen nothing, heard nothing. And so far as I know, we were all telling the truth. I know that I was. All we could say was that Andy had indeed been in his cell at the time of the lock-in, and at lights-out an hour later.
One wit suggested that Andy had poured himself out through the keyhole. The suggestion earned the guy four days in solitary. They were uptight.
So Norton came down - stalked down - glaring at us with blue eyes nearly hot enough to strike sparks from the tempered steel bars of our cages. He looked at us as if he believed we were all in on it. Probably he did believe it.
He went into Andy's cell and looked around. It was just as Andy had left it, the sheets of his bunk turned back but without looking slept-in. Rocks on the windowsill... but not all of them. The ones he liked best he took with him.
'Rocks, ' Norton hissed, and swept them off the window-ledge with a clatter. Gonyar, already four hours overtime, winced but said nothing.
Norton's eyes fell on the Linda Ronstadt poster. Linda was looking back over her shoulder, her hands tucked into the back pockets of a very tight pair of fawn-coloured slacks. She was wearing a halter and she had a deep California tan. It must have offended the hell out of Norton's Baptist sensibilities, that poster. Watching him glare at it, I remembered what Andy had once said about feeling he could almost step through the picture and be with the girl. In a very real way, that was exactly what he did - as Norton was only seconds from discovering. 'Wretched thing! ' he grunted, and ripped the poster from the wall with a single swipe of his hand.
And revealed the gaping, crumbled hole in the concrete behind it. Gonyar wouldn't go in.
Norton ordered him - God, they must have heard Norton ordering Rich Gonyar to go in there all over the prison - and Gonyar just refused him, point-blank.
'I'll have your job for this! ' Norton screamed. He was as hysterical as a woman having a hot-flush. He had utterly blown his cool. His neck had turned a rich, dark red, and two veins stood out, throbbing, on his forehead. 'You can count on it, you... you Frenchman! I'll have your job and I'll see to it that you never get another one in any prison system in New England! '
Gonyar silently held out his service pistol to Norton, butt first. He'd had enough. He was four hours overtime, going on five, and he'd just had enough. It was as if Andy's defection from our happy little family had driven Norton right over the edge of some private irrationality that had been there for a long time... certainly he was crazy that night.