'Mom' and the boys stayed the night and all three of them are sick with that horrible cold that is going around.
As of right now I have poop on my bedroom rug (diarrhea accident), puke in my bed, snot on my towels, and dry cereal all over the front room rug. And they are all still alive. Oh... and I have some snot of my own now, too.
I could find a little bit of comfort if I knew when the boys grew up that they would get the opportunity to experience all this bliss with their own off spring... but since they are "guys" they probably won't. Sigh.