So Monday, we got the first call.
“Don’t worry! Nothing’s wrong. It’s just that the E-man’s tummy is hurting.”
So Hubs picked up our little kindergartner and I took the afternoon off to stay home with him. Thankfully, he never developed any symptoms of full-fledged stomach flu, which has been making the rounds in his class.
Today, we got another call from the school.
Tootie had a sore throat and fever. Oh, and strep throat has been making the rounds in her class.
One trip to the pedi and a throat culture later, we learned that yes, Tootie did indeed have strep.
I called Moody Mom to report the verdict, since little Bear is especially prone to strep and the girls are in the same class.
A few hours later, she called me.
“Bear’s been throwing up all afternoon and evening,” she said.
“Oh, the poor little thing,” I said.
And then I thought: Oh, please, please, don’t let us get a stomach bug on top of strep throat. Eek.
And I’m quite sure that Moody Mom is thinking, Oh, please, please, don’t let us get strep throat on top of a stomach virus.
Let’s just say that when I refer to our children as little Germinators, I’m not being facetious.