The Boy came home from school today complaining he wasn't feeling so great. Then he started moaning. Next came the groaning. And the inability to do anything other than lay on the sofa and make pathetic noises. His throat is sore, his skin is clammy, he's all stuffed up, and we all know that if he is sick, then I'm going to get sick. Right in time for my surgery. Shit oh shit. I can't deal with another cancellation. I'm stocking up on the vitamins (pronounced vit-a-menz, like the British, just because) and hoping for the best. He's been drinking out of my water glass. I'm so screwed.
What is interesting about this though, is that even with absolutely no real exposure to sick men, he's learned how to behave just like one. Is it genetic? Stumble It! JBlog Me