Sick, sick, sick.

It seems like we’ve caught every.single.bug out there this year. Not only are the boys bringing stuff home from school, but they are then swapping illness like pokemon cards – each trying to whip out something stronger that will win the battle.

And of course (as we all know) not only does love grow in little houses, but germs create a stunning pas de deux

and then one of the germs starts playing the banjo

and they decide to do a do-si-do

as the rest of the germs stomp in time to the music, square dancing their way through the rest of the family.

And on that note, I’m going back to bed. Y’all be good.

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