Even Bacteria Like to Swim

Last Friday, Cooper and Kelly invited us to join them for a swim in their neighborhood pool.  Cooper was the envy of all the other kiddos with his cool froggy floatation device.  Can you see the jealousness on my face here?

Cooper and I had a blast splashing around in the kiddie pool.  Some really nice boys even shared their pool toys with us.

Unfortunately, though, someone at the pool was sharing more than just toys.  Cooper spent Friday evening throwing up and running a fever, and I threw up for the first time ever on Saturday morning. 

Six years as a teacher and twenty seven years as the daughter of a nurse have taught Mommy that when a child throws up, that child should stay at home for the next 24 hours.  No exceptions. 

But Mommy did make an exception.  She calls it the wedding-of-a-long-time-friend-in-which-Daddy-is-a-groomsman-and-singing exception.  Nurse Mimi even signed off on this one.

But don't you worry.  Mommy and I sat up in the unoccupied balcony during said wedding so as not to pass on my friendly bacteria to any of the other wedding guests.  We also left immediately after the ceremony for the same reason.  And, because Mommy is extremely knowledgeable in the area of becoming sick in a vehicle, this is how I rode to and from the wedding...