We went to a church picnic yesterday. It was very relaxing and refreshing. The guys played baseball and the girls sat around talking and, well we ate lots of good food. Caleb got sick in the middle of the night last night, and at church today, and we thought he was better so we went out to eat. Uh-oh. He got sick again. We're supposed to go to my brother's house tomorrow. If he's still like this, my mom said she would watch him. Poor wittle Tay-bub. (that's how he used to pronounce his name). The last time he got sick Bryan, Kristin and Bob got it from him. Josh and I thankfully did not get it. Hopefully no one will get it this time. I'm just washing my hands all the friggin' time. I'm always around sick kids at the daycare anyways. That's probably why I don't get sick from anyone.
Thanks Gramma Maxine for instilling in me the importance of washing your hands. And thanks to my mom for always babysitting rugrats so I would get exposed to their germs when I was little, instead of getting sick from rugrats now as an adult. I'm proud of my well built-up immunities against many germs. I actually went and took care of Kristin when she got sick from Caleb the last time. She thought that I shouldn't incase she spread it to me. I wasn't at all worried. I told her that I'm a mutant, and I don't get sick from humans. I just don't. I'm a freak, what can I say?