Our daughter was sent home early from school today because she'd broken out in red splotches and had a very, very slight fever. Our oldest son kind a flipped out when he put his pajamas on tonight and noticed the same slightly itchy red splotches on his legs and arms. And since I got the call at about noon today letting me know about the sickies, I've been itchy all over. I know -- it's psychosomatic. I don't have the disease. Yet.
Our youngest is now alternating between worrying he's going to get it -- a sure bet, considering where he lives -- and teasing his older brother that he's got swine flu.
As diseases go, it's not bad. So it's a little human parvovirus. It's not like we're puppies or cats or something. And we don't have any pets in the house, so the more serious pet condition isn't likely. But I wonder: Did we get it from the cat across the street or what? I do know it's rampant in both the schools our kids attend. Michelle thinks I ought to take it to work to spread it around a bit there. I'm not so sure they'd appreciate that.
I now know what it's like to live in a Cootie Platoon.
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