When I was a kid, I loved the book Snot Stew by Bill Wallace. It’s not really about snot. Or stew, for that matter.
Our Thanksgiving, however, was kind of about both. Minus the stew.
Macy woke up the day before Thanksgiving with just a little runny nose. I didn’t think it was that big of a deal. Kids get runny noses all the time. But by the day after Thanksgiving, when I had the sore throat/headache and she had the runny nose/cough, I figured we were in for the long haul.
By day five, we’re on the “I need a Kleenex every five seconds” stage complete with eye watering.
Here’s hoping by tomorrow, we’re on our way to good health.
And that Daddy doesn’t get it.