church makes us sick

Sunday, February 27th, 2011 at 11:30 am

Literally.

But there is no vomit and we can all be thankful for that.
Very.
Very.
Thankful.

Like, thankful in a major way.

This is a picture of what happens in my house when kids are sick.

Absolutely nothing.

I really do need to get a small, decent digital camera. Either that or figure out how to make my phone’s camera work for me.

Anyway, my boys just lay there and watch movies. Occasionally braving a more vertical angle to search me out and ask for something like video games or chips.

Um… I don’t think so.

I have a couple of kids who, in the past, have feigned sickness just to play video games. So we don’t do that anymore.

Kait brought out a bottle of her hand sanitizer for the boys to use to help keep the cold/flu thing from spreading.
Spreading to her to be more specific.

Ben(6) calls it hamitizer.
That’s one way to say it, I guess.

Lucy, on the other hand, is not sick at all. So far we’ve been pretty good at keeping her separate from the other kids. The only two kids who are permitted near her are my two consistent hand washers. Who also happen to be the only two kids, other than Lucy, who haven’t shown a hint of having this bug.

Funny story.

Once upon a time there was a 10 year old boy who wouldn’t wash his hands regularly like his mother told him he should. One day said boy came to his mother complaining of a weird, mildly painful rash on his fingertips. Being the mom of, like, a gazillion other boys, she knew at a glance exactly what he was infected with. The boy had contracted the Coxsackie virus. His mother explained to him what it was and how it was transmitted, speaking slowly and using certain words to make sure she left her son with a very clear picture of the grossness of it. He was a little disgusted, started washing his hands regularly in a major way, and has never gone back to his old un-washed hands ways.

The end.

Sometimes it’s just one little virus that make all the difference.

Well, at least the story was funny to me.
And I’ll tell you a little secret…
I’m the mom in the story.

Shhh