It's because you're so cute

Nothing will knock you out of blogging faster than a nasty case of strep throat going around the house. As a mom, and current survivor of the aforementioned epidemic, of course I played the "Well where could they have gotten it from?" game. My guess was the McDonald's Playland, but hubby thought otherwise. We easily played the game for days, considering we couldn't do much else in our fevered stupor.

It started with Daniel the Friday before Halloween. Within 36 hours the mystery fever and sore throat were gone with only the help of juice, rest and lots of cuddles. It wasn't until a few days later when Mommy and Daddy felt the ominous ache that we thought the worst. I survived with only a horrible sore throat and very low grade fever. Daddy on the other hand, was in bed for 2 full days fighting a fever of 104! It was an easy diagnosis for the doctor and nurse with a throat swab.

Naturally the other shoe dropped and Caed got sick too. As an adult you are able to understand illness and the temporary nature of horrible symptoms much better than preschoolers. Caed, however, noted that the germs jumped on him because he was so cute. And I should have told the nurses' daddy that she was a bad girl for sticking that thing down his throat. And he nearly wrote his own prescription with the understanding that the doctor said he could have all the candy he wanted, but that to go see Mickey Mouse next month he had to take all his medicine.

Smart kid. Not much to argue with there! Yes son, germs think you're downright adorable, Daddy thought the nurse was mean too and if a Jolly Rancher will get you to take your yucky antibiotics, Mommy will be the first to load you up! Micky Mouse, here we come.