|I can't believe she got|
And yet, we hope, futilely and without reason, that whatever little bug happened to magically penetrate the forcefield of one of our children's kryptonitic immune systems, it won't make it past the awesomeness of their white blood cell army.
And while it does seem like, depending upon who gets it first, the strain that gets passed on is oftentimes weaker, or else the rest of us are just stronger, it's still such a pain to have to watch it run its full course every. single. time.
|Mama's Caldo de Pollo |
So, for the second time in less than two weeks, I made chicken soup. (Nevermind the fact that I *just happened* to have two whole frozen chickens in my freezer.) And coaxed yet another sleepy cruddy child into slurping up as much of it as possible.
|Saia, in her fevered haze,|
accidentally left the
remote in the fridge