We’ve been so diligent with Jack and germs. Hand washing is just what we do around here. So, I was fully prepared for Jack to get sick when he went to his first day at back-up-daycare last week.
Er. Yeah. Apparently you can’t be fully prepared for anything related to mother-hood.
The child is still sick, 7 days later. Runny nose, congestion, fever, crankiness, the works. His new nickname is crank-ball, but actually, considering he’s never really, really been sick before, he’s taking it pretty much like the 1 year old he is.
Arch contends that some germs are probably a good thing for the boy, “toughen’ him up,” he says. Meanwhile, I am contemplating this John Travolta Movie and thinking really, really unrealistic thoughts.