Curiosity killed the Mommy

Sleeping children are the most beautiful children in the whole world.
Sick sleeping children are still beautiful.
Sick, barfing, coughing, phlegmy children are not so beautiful, but they still pull your heartstrings when you hold a bucket under their chins while they sit on the toilet.

Yes, you got it, the flu is back visiting at our house again! Whee!

So far, Ben has a fever of 102, tummy ache and sore throat. Sam, I think, has a tummy ache. I can only judge by the fact that he looks a little more stressed than usual when, AFTER he poops, says "poop in toiet!" He does this every time he poops, but not usually with such vigor and insistence. Last night saw me waking up every half hour or so to feel foreheads and dole out Gravol and Tylenol to Ben.

The funny thing about Ben being sick this time, is that it has created a fantastic amount of questions I can't really answer.

"Mommy, how do we talk?"

"Um, well, we have air in our lungs and when we talk it moves past our vocal chords and vibrates them to make sounds"

"what's a vocal chord?"

"Um, it's right there (points)"

"But what is it?"

"Uhm, part of your body"

"So why does my throat hurt when I talk?"

"Because the skin in your throat is swollen from your germs"

(By now the limits of my knowledge are showing their colors, aren't they?)

"But why do we have germs?"

"Because they get in your body sometimes, from other people, and make you sick"

"But who put them in my body?"

"I dunno Ben"

"So will my germs die?"

"Ummm... yes when you get better"

"But where will they go?"

"To someone else"

"Oh"

YAAAY! Conversation over!!! (whew) I love how curious he is... yes, I do... I'll just have to keep telling myself that... yes indeedy.