Here’s what I’ve learned as a host to some kind of virus that loosens its grip but won’t let go:

1. We teach our children to share.  “Now you share that pizza with your little brother.”   What we don’t say is “and make sure that’s all you share, sneezy McGee”.
2. We teach our children to pass on to their parents everything about their day at school.  “Then, Dakota and the other Dakota both threw up.  It was awesome.  And warm!”
3. We teach our children, again, to share.  And so they do, without discretion.  “Oh Daddy, thanks for catching my sneeze with your face.  I’m glad we could share.”

And here we are.  I’m on my second bottle of NyQuil.