Well, it's that time of year again...cold and flu season. In this house, it is a season with more dread to us than to most others. Due to my son's asthma and premature birth, his lungs are very susceptible to illness and infection. For over six weeks now, he has already been fighting off various colds and allergies.
For the first three years, a "simple" cold would be enough to land him in the hospital. Thankfully, it takes a little more than that now. Because of this, we tend to take extra precautions and clean hands a little more frequently than most.
Below is a great poem from my son's school handbook that sums up well this season of germ sharing.
Mary Had a Little Cold
Mary had a little cold, but would not stay at home.
Everywhere that Mary went, the cold was sure to roam.
It wandered into Mollie's eyes and filled them full of tears.
It jumped from there to Bobby's nose and then to Jimmy's ears.
It painted Anna's throat bright red and swelled poor Daniel's head.
Sally had a fever and a cough put Jack to bed.
The moral of this little tale is very quickly said...
Mary could have saved a lot of pain by just one day in bed!
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