Because I just can't stop talking about it
We're all sick. I got it yesterday evening and Dave got it at 1:30 this morning. For the very first time in four years, Dave actually cancelled his classes. He didn't even cancel classes for the birth of his kid, that's how dedicated he is. And, apparently, how sick he is. We didn't score any major parenting points today because Henry watched many hours of television, unless of course you're giving out points for hours of television watching in which case we definitely win. Megan brought us Gatorade and offered to take Henry off of our hands for a while but we didn't want her catching whatever it is we've got, especially since she's hopefully going to be going into labor any minute now.
I'm feeling better this evening but Dave's laying on our pull-out sofa bed looking very much like a truck is in the process of running him over. Poor guy.