Age 13, And the Key to Immunity......

Can you say sick? Not just the sick and tired kind, but the sore throat, runny nose, want to stay in bed and watch I Love Lucy re-runs kind of sick. Funny thing is, I knew it was it was about to hit. The baby was sneezing and shortly thereafter came the runny nose and whining. I know, it's not rocket science.

So true to my mothering, don't come near me if your feeling ill self, I start popping extra vitamin C and E, washing my hands like the Plague has just infected my entire town and carrying around the Purell bottle in it's own holster. My soon to be 13 year-old did not find any common sense in my precautionary measures and took the usual chances that all invincible children of her age find so much joy in taking. Meanwhile, my illness came and went very quickly even though I knew the germs were far from gone.

I can still hear my own voice echoing in my own head, "Do you know how many germs are on that doorknob?", "Don't put your hands near your eyes!", "Did you wash your hands before you put them in that bag?", "Don't get in the babies face, you'll get sick." Just to hear her response, "I'll be fine mom." Oh and don't think I have forgotten my glimpse of the eye roll.

Within a day or two, our conversation went something like this:

"My throat hurts."
"I knew it, your sick."
"No I'm not, I just slept with my mouth open."
"Yeah Right."

Second day....

"My throat hurts again"
"That's because you are getting a cold."
"No I just slept with my mouth open again. It will go away when I get something to drink."
"Uh hum."

Third day....

Well, I'm sure you know what happened on the third day. Amazing that you can live such a short time and know so much! Gotta love em'.

Mental note, next purchase, shopping cart cover for germ control!

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