Yes, she has…dun dun duuuuun…the FLU!  Not the piggy pox which is good and bad.  H1N1 would have been a little scary and a lot of people would probably be hexing us from a distance to ward off the germs.  That would have sucked.  Of course other kind souls would have probably taken pity on us and brought us meals, offered to run errands and be generally kind and charitable because we would be those poor unfortunate souls who got the Swine Flu and there but by the grace of God.

So now the house is full of creepy-crawls infectious no-see-ems.  The only one to remain unscathed is PK.  I pondered that briefly then recognized the reason for her health as well as the root of our lamentable situation.  It is clear to me that PK is hale and hearty simply because she an almost teenager who is thoroughly disgusted by slimy baby kisses.  Everyone else in the house sees a booger-faced toddler with his chubby hands clambering round our necks leaning in for an open-mouthed snot kiss and can’t break his precious little heart by turning aside.  Thus we are stricken.  PK sees the same thing and scurries upstairs to lock herself in her room with blaring headphones.  Thus she is spared.