I was wrong. Lordy was I wrong. Strep did not leave our house, but rather slid under the bannisters and wrapped itself in the warm corners of our skin waiting for a moment of over-extended of summer fun. When conditions were right it spilled into the opening created by minor sunburns and not enough sleep to explode all over the backs of several baby tonsils. No number of salt water washes would flush it out and I lost another two weeks to doctor visits and ice cream pampering. I loathe you Strep. I will not forget this summertime attack. Your relatives are not safe.
Um...Oh yeah! Despite that we did manage to get out to see fireworks with
