This weekend we were proactive and got up early and went to the natural history museum! It was educational, inspiring and made Husband and I feel like we were good active parents. During our trip to the museum Three year old licked a random banister in a stairway, which he is prone to do from time to time. I will catch him while I am busy paying for something or hoisting heavy gear and look over to see him; mouth open leaning against a banister, a counter top or the worst one yet: the ladies bathroom sink at LAX, with his mouth open clamped to it idly waiting on me. So at 5pm that same day after the Museum, Three year came down with a fever and declared he needed to go to bed. We checked his temperature, saw that he was indeed sick and put him to bed. It was strange being alone in the house with just Husband at 5:30 PM on a Saturday. It felt foreign and I almost didn't know what to do with myself, except sort of feel a mixture of guilt and joy that the House was so quiet. At 9pm Three year old awoke. He threw up as gracefully as a Three year old can and then went back to bed. That's when the darkness descended over Husbands and my thoughts: "will we get it too?! We were just sick! I CAN'T THROW UP!" Husband went into denial and said "I can't talk about it!". I decided to eat a pint of ice cream, figuring I would probably throw it up later so I might as well enjoy a quiet house with some mint and chip while I awaited my doom.
The next day Three year old woke up and was OK, still had a mild fever, but was himself, and the day after that was able to go to school. So far (fingers crossed) neither Husband or I have gotten this mysterious illness, and I wonder- is it because we didn't lick the banister at the museum?
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