The one caveat to having adorably sweet children that want to hug and kiss on you all day long is that they tend to transfer disease very easily.
Diesel is what I like to refer to as "The Host Child" as he tends to be the host of most illness that get transfered to me, my husband Al and my dear cousin Mimi.
Mimi just loves to bitch about the kid whenever she sees him sneeze. Otherwise a very, very loving auntie, she has come to fear my 4 1/2 year old nugget.
"There's the host child," she says if he rubs his nose.
Rightfully so, Mimi. I am now officially terrified of my host children too after my most recent bout with a little virus called Influenza.
Dave, our host child, came home from Pre-K to transfer the disease....to his sister, the dogs, myself and now, my dear husband (who truly believes he WON'T get sick merely out of will power and an overdose of vitamin C).
I was in bed late last night, shivering, aching and hallucinating.
In the hallucination, I was on a catamaran, flying over a beautiful island. A precious girl named No was waiting for us in a white tuxedo and bow tie. All of a sudden she starts to yell "The pwane! The pwane! (she can't pronounce L's very well especially with her matching white Binky in her mouth)." And then there he is, my adorable Day in a matching miniature tuxedo, waving me down to his island where I contract the flu.
I have to say, his host child status was very useful one time when he gave me a bacteria he contracted in South America. I lost 10 lbs! Now if only I could find a way to bottle this bacteria and sell it to Hollywood starlets. I think they can handle pooing and vomiting simultaneously for quick, effortless weight loss.
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