Nathan got it first on Monday night. Stomach flu. He spent more time on the night of his tenth birthday in the bathroom than out. Yesterday and today haven’t been much better.

Katie also has it but not quite to the same degree as Nathan.

Neither of them want to eat anything at all. And both have been sleeping as much as humanly possible.

And I got none of it. I’ll never understand how that works. But I won’t knock it.

Ugh.

This is an old photo of him, but it’s not too far off the truth.