House of Germs

Everyone in our home has the crud. I had a sore throat and stuffy nose, the girls are big snotty messes, and Travis hasn't moved from the couch. Today Travis was trying to explain to Alison why he wanted to go back to bed instead of playing... he told her {in a very graceful, profound way}, "Daddy feels like poopy. He probably looks like poopy, too." Ali gave him an exasperated look. "That's silly, Daddy. Poopy doesn't wear socks. And, poopy doesn't have a nose."