One of the joys of having children is when on of them gets sick with some sort of communicable vomiting bug.
First one of them gets it, then the millisecond that they start to feel better, the other one gets it and so forth.
With trepidation you watch it cut a swath through the family, watching it get ever closer to you, until you start to "not feel right". You take medicines, eat healthy foods, get lots of rest, but all to no avail - you still end up driving the por celain bus, instantly feeling better.
Cheers
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