It’s official. We are all ill. Hopefully we didn’t infect my in-laws at brunch this morning. I don’t expect we’ll be going out again, any time soon, at least. I’m ready to throw in the towel. But even when the little man is down he’s not out. The other night his spirits were running high enough to have him running around the house, buck naked, except for a bright red firefighter’s helmet. Eventually I got him in the bathtub, helmet and all. I decided against photographing the spectacle…though in hindsight it would have been perfect blackmail material for his teen years.
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