First person:
He has been breathing on me when we sleep. I had to put a pillow barrier between our faces and announced that kissing is off limits.
These cuties:
I actually shared eggs and tamales with the older one. She “said” she wasn’t sick. Liar.
These other cuties:
Brooklyn came into my house hacking up a lung. Kalea was the one who started it all last week, hopefully she doesn’t catch a relapse.
I’m drinking coconut water, OJ on steroids and scowling at Brooklyn every time she coughs. I have a turkey trot in a week, I do NOT want to be sick when I run it.
