K.J. had the most horrible cold.
Then my Dad got it.
Then Olivia got it.
Then the cousins got it.
Everybody... RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!
Kaje missed four days of school lest we infect the population of our fair city. He's all better now. Livi kind of enjoys the attention, and since she loves medicine, it's no great tragedy (she is perhaps the only three year old in history who enjoys nasal spray). Word on the street is the cousins and aunt are totally miserable. And poor Papas.
I'm pretty sure he is the sickest of all.
In spite of this near death coughing experience, he went out to help a friend dig around his yard today. Wise? Perhaps... not. But totally my dad. He is a champion. If he's asked to help, he's there, even if he has to load his own coffin in the back of the truck just in case. Our phone conversation this morning went like this:
Me: Dad, is this wise?
Dad: Probably not.
Me: Dad, do you think you might die out there?
Me: Um... maybe you should tell him you're sick.
Me: You're still going, aren't you, Dad.
That's a pretty good (albeit risky) example. He's the best Papas and Dad maybe to ever live.