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drat! sick on his birthday
Today is Son#1's birthday. He is sick. Sick as a dog. It's probably strep throat. We'll know tomorrow. One year ago today he was sick. He had pneumonia.
Poor kid can't make it though a birthday without contracting some horrible pathogen. I feel so bad for him. He's so sick he doesn't want to open his presents. At least he had a party last weekend. Last year we had to cancel it.
Next year I'm sticking him in a big, sterile, plastic bubble for the week preceeding his birthday.
drat
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