Turtles

I have a cold. My youngest gave it to me by shoving her fingers in my mouth while she was snotting right and left. See, she never wants me quite so much as she does when she’s sick. Maybe she’s just more attached to Mommy when she’s not feeling well. Or maybe she thinks it’s really funny to get Mommy all sneezy and wheezy.

Diseases terrify me, mainly because my house is like a germ incubator. With three kids running around, we get no break between October and May in the sickness department. For the past few years, I’ve averaged 5 stomach viruses per school year. Colds are nothing in comparison.