The House of Snot and Phlegm.

It is official. All three of us have a cold.

J went down first, catching it from Gammie while we were at the hockey game Saturday. Then, of course, I immediately caught it from him (I have a hard time avoiding all the drool bombs he drops on me). G looked like he might fight it, but woke this morning with quite the manly voice (i.e. all deep and phlegmy).

So, come to our house at your own risk.

G and J in healthier times. (Just ignore the devil baby red eyes.)

One Response to “The House of Snot and Phlegm.”

  1. Amy Says:

    I thought she promised not to lick him!

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