The strep throat bacteria that has been going around finally hit my house. My daughter was diagnosed with it last night, and my son appears to be coming down with it.
That didn't seem to put a damper on my kids' sense of humor, though. I found them making paper bag puppets that had strep throat. They were angry looking things with red throats.
"My throat hurts!" squeaked my daughter as she handled the puppet.
"Mine too!" replied my son's puppet.
"What should we do?" asked my daughter's puppet.
"We should sit in the doctor's waiting room a real long time and get our throats tickled with a cotton swab."
"Cool! And then we can have some of that yummy pink medicine!"
Sounds like a plan to me.