Kindergarten may be killing us.
I remember how sick we were during the few months Oscar was in daycare and folks kept telling us, “It’s either now or when he starts kindergarten.” Being the hedonists we are, we pulled him out of daycare an enjoyed a couple of relatively illness-free years.
That decision has come back to haunt us.
The red cheeks, fevers, coughs, laryngitis, sore throats, strep throats, mysterious spots, and snot enough to paint walls in our house over the last six weeks prove that we didn’t earn our family badge of immunity during the daycare stint.
What I’m really trying to say is, I claim full-immunity from not writing about Lucy’s third birthday. She deserves to be celebrated in all her three-ness.
Happy belated birthday to our newly-three, sugar-addicted, deep-voiced, resident nudist.