I studiously avoid children whenever and wherever possible. Filthy little beasts. Perambulating booger factories, who use their own appendages and clothing for kleenex.
Well, it looks like they got me. Nat had the flu, and in a perverse reverse act of premature inheritance, she passed it on to me.
But hey, I enjoy both vomiting and diarrhea, so there's that.
Anybody wanna buy a couple of used kids, cheap?