This winter feels like it's been not colds between healthy periods, but brief healthy periods between colds.
And by the way, I am not a hypochondriac, even if I am known by my name at the medical centre now, and so are my children.
"We are going to the doctors'," I told The Kid yesterday afternoon as The Girlie was doing her best impression at screaming her head off, and The Kid promptly answered with, "Huh? Dottos? Yeeeeeeeeeah!"
That's right: my kid goes, Yeeeeeeeah!, when I tell him that we are going to the medical centre. He is well familiar with the children's playground there, and he knows where toys are kept at doctors' offices, and he even knows to look for that special one-eyed alien toy at the pharmacist's toybox.
I want sleep.