Remember Iain's Saturday night? He seemed fine on Sunday, didn't he? And by fine, I mean annoying.
But the thing about viruses is...they're patient. They wait until you think you're safe, then POW!
Iain was not fine on Sunday. He was not fine Monday. Or Tuesday. He's fine now.
Charles and I, meanwhile, are proud to have raised a child who shares. He thinks, "Hey, Mom and Dad. I found this great virus at school. I want you to experience it with me!" So proud. So, so proud.
Thus did we come to enjoy 24 hours of illness the specifics of which I will not specify. Let's just say that today I bleached the bathroom. Also, I've done about 20 loads of laundry in 4 days. Also, dramamine is a wonder drug without which no one ought to be.