Revenge of the bacon

Mommy has the swine flu. Sweetheart, don't do that, mommy's sick and can't chase you right now because she cheesed off the pork. Yes, baby, mommy is sick. Yes, angel, Dr. Daddy helps sick people get better. No, light of my life, not mommy. Mommy isn't sick in a way anyone else can fix. Mommy just has to get over it. And drink lots of orange juice. Yes, goofball, you can have some of mommy's magical problem fixing orange juice because odds are you're going to catch this rotten bug too. It's because we share every bug. We share because sharing makes other people happy. That's right except when it's a bug like this. That's why we are home today (and probably tomorrow too). No, we are not going to play Daddy's video games. No, we are not going to watch It's the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown for the 837th time this week. Yes, we can watch Spongebob. No, sweetie, this isn't going to kill mommy (I think). Yes, you are going to take a nap so I can take a nap. I need to take my temp now. Yes, I can take yours too.