This was going to be the title of my post - but it wasn't going to be about cooties. It was going to be about Blake's unique dialect - and the fact that it is spreading through the family like wildfire.
And then wouldn't you know it, before I could click publish, I got a call from the school nurse saying that Hayden was running a fever and needed to come home. On a day when the little boys are at Mothers Day Out, no less.
Does he have no decency at all?
Kidding! Kidding! Hayden's doing fine now.
He's bundled up in blankets on the couch with his Ham Sandwich, Sprite, and Cheetos all within arms reach. He's watching Finding Bigfoot and I'm sure he'll be on the road to recovery soon.
"Ugh! Davis really needs to start washing his hands better!" he rolled his eyes and said, in an effort to explain how he got sick.
Keep in mind, Davis isn't sick but the little brother is always a good target when you are looking to blame someone for something....and Hayden's convinced Davis is solely responsible for bringing all germs into the house.