I knew it was coming, and here it is: The Cold.
Yes, my children were kind enough to share their misery with me, so we can all suffer together. There's a lot of mouth breathing going on around here.
A. has so far not succumbed and is right now doing the dishes for me. I must really look pathetic.
Oh well. Par for the course with small people and their snot around. See you on the other side.
P.S. Just so we can end this on a note that does not involve disgusting talk of illness, you should know that Cubby has requested an air impact wrench for his birthday. Also a log debarking tool and balloons. I think he'll only be getting one of those three. Guess which.