Our Own Little Typhoid Mary

The youngest brought home strep.  Then the oldest had a sore throat.  Then Mom got a sore throat, cough, head and ear congestion.  Now Dad (who rarely catches stuff) is hacking and swallowing with grand pained drama.

And last night, while we grownups slumped around trying to get the kids off to bed, I looked at the one who started it all (now healthy and happy as you please and hippety-skipping around the house yodeling happy songs at the top of her lungs) and I thought, “You…you…you…

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