Unlucky for some.
We have been infiltrated by the lurgy / flu.
And the Wee One got the full force of it and has officially been diagnosed with Boy Flu.
A sneeze requires anyone in a meter radius to seek immediate shelter or be slimed.
Snot trails stretch all down one sleeve and back up the other.
Sofa snuggles last 96 hours.
Previously eloquent boys repeat the same phrase, "Mummy, I got snot", 4621 times. At least.
New extremes of attachment parenting are reached in the bathroom.
You get the picture.
As spectacular as some of those snotty sneezes were, I have saved you from photographic evidence.
Poorly boys need cars to play with. And poorly Mummy's need a dustpan and brush to tidy with.
Poorly boys are fascinated with Plasma balls. *distraction therapy*
Not poorly girls are always up for a laugh.
A plague of icicles.
Poorly Mummy wearing a scarf indoors to fight off the shivers.
More snow. *yawns*
Poorly boy. Get well soon Wee One x
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