No synagis. That’s right. We don’t qualify. What we do qualify for, apparently, is another winter of being holed up at home. No subway, no airplane, no sick kids, and no sick adults. Oh and we’re breaking out the Purell. Again.

I swear to god when he turns 2 I am going to light a flaming mound of Purell on fire in celebration.

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