Keeping Fingers Crossed

We have a cold making the rounds at the house. Early last week, Sam had the sniffles and a cough. Then Caleb got a fever and his nose turned into a horrid dripping spigot of snot, and then he coughed like a West Virginian coal miner all day yesterday. He also happily gave his father some plugged sinuses and a sore throat. Meantime, Sam must have recognized that Caleb had a fever when he hadn't had one, so now Sam has seemingly decided to have a fever too.

We're keeping our fingers crossed that their ear tubes are still in place and continue to drain any fluid there so that we don't have to go through another round of ear infections.

Kirsten, who has the hard-fought immunities of a public schools employee, is still well, if a little sore from wiping all the noses.

Speaking of crossed fingers, I'll be up late watching election returns.

Texas and Ohio: If you just do this one thing for me, I swear I'll be your best friend forever. Really. You can have all my comics, and I will buy you ice cream and I will put your face on a sweatshirt and wear it to school every day, I promise.