At grandma's house this week papa spoiled our kids by giving them gummy bears with breakfast (a breakfast of donuts). Each child got 3 gummy bears. My darling Alexander offered me one of his 3 gummy bears. I wasn't really in a gummy bear mood - but I thought it was important to be positive when he offers such a prized possession. I ate his sweaty gummy bear.
Then I discovered he had dirty hands - except they were covered in poop because he didn't wipe properly nor did he wash his hands properly. I just ate a poop covered gummy bear.
Fast forward 2-days: I was up most of the night with intestinal discomfort. In the morning I realized my stomach is fine provided there is no food in it. Great.
Fast-forward another day and a half and I am diagnosed with strep throat. I am convinced that my immune system was so busy fighting the poopy-gummy bear that it couldn't fight off a simple case of strep.
So, as a mommy always does, I worked cub scout camp while sick with strep throat.
Trying to focus on my son's kind gesture instead of the fact that he infected me.