Sunday night was a long one, as Sam was up frequently in the night with a stomach virus. I won't go into details, but it required steam cleaning at 11:30 at night.
As we were sitting there on the side of the bathtub, Sam looks at me and says, "Why do the worst things always happen to me??" My poor guy had to miss his first day of Lego camp and slept the day away. Fortunately, it was a one day thing, and he was back at summer yesterday. So far, none of us have succumb, so keep your fingers crossed.
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