I have sick kids. Henry has been coughing all morning, Olivia says it hurts to talk. I believe her because while I am Not Sick, it hurts me to talk/swallow/breathe too. I don't Get Sick. It's not allowed.
Yes, we're still going to the office because we might as well get something done while we they are sick. Plus my to-do list won't allow it. I would show it to you but then I'd have to rewrite it so it didn't look as crazy and I don't have time for that.
(Plus I have this irrational and neurotic belief that I'm the only person who has stuff to do that I have to write on a list. I think I magically think everyone else accomplishes all the tasks of their life without having to make a list, and I don't want ya'll to see the things that I actually have to write down to accomplish. Really!)
Anyway, a few years ago Henry and Hazel had the Chicken Pops. Now those were some sick kids.
Mostly I wanted to trot out that photo because it makes me laugh every time.
P.S. Henry's pajamas? I made those. I did stuff like that back in the day.