If random sickness presents itself, Monte, Stephen and Peyton will get it. Mason and I seem to avoid most itinerate crud, with the last notable exception being the weekend of LTC in Kansas City last year. Mason did the whole day of speechmaking and puppeteering and dramatic interpretation, only to throw up in the back seat of the van on the way to our celebratory dinner.
But for the most part Mace and I escape while the other three succumb. In particular, Peyton gets everything but bounces back immediately while Stephen gets fewer things but his illnesses last longer than that ridiculous energizer bunny ad campaign. It's been 20 years people, give the rabbit a rest.
Right now he's upstairs in bed at his own request. Today at 2:45 p.m. his whole class will have a Valentine's party that would make some family Christmases pale in comparason. There will be candy, trinkets, books, festive craft creations and most probably the holy grail of all parties itself, RED koolaid, which you can never ever EVER have at home for fear of testing the limits of your resolve. (Yes, I mean both the carpet cleaner AND my ability to mentally deal with the stains.) Ahhh, red koolaid! Nectar of the gods. And my kid is missing it because he spent all day yesterday throwing up, and then a big portion of the night last night crying and throwing up. This morning when I went to wake him he said "Mom, I need to stay in bed please."
Wow. Ever had a seven year old offer to stay in bed? Even suggest it as a possiblity? How about on a party and video game day? You bet your bippy you haven't. It doesn't happen, ever, to anyone. Poor little guy.
I'm just keeping my fingers crossed that Mason doesn't get sick before his basketball game on Saturday. Or during. Holy cow that would be worse than the van vomit, and it was MY van.
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