No, it's only H with the croup. A quaint old-fashioned virus, it causes kids to cough like a barking seal in the middle of the night. As we can attest.
Trying to keep a perpetual motion machine quiet isn't easy. Lots of lame movies and TV shows, hot tea with honey and lemon, chasing away the neighborhood kids, tying him to the bed. Just kidding.
I caught him on the phone in the bathroom, calling a friend to see if he could come play.
Meanwhile, I'm at home as well. Why do we feel guilty when we're home from work, even with a legit excuse? And it's not that I have much work to do, and it can all be done from home. Still I feel like I'm skipping school, not being able to enjoy it while I'm waiting to be caught.
Meanwhile, the seal is hungry - that never changes.
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