Coming down the track....

...is Mom, with an onset time of around lunchtime, followed by Dad a few hours later.  And in case you wondered, boys who are feeling entirely better (it's a quick one!  PTL!) learned nothing from their ordeal and whine and cry about the dinner you prepare for them saying they won't eat it, etc. etc.  At which point mom breaks and yells, "YOU ARE SO INCREDIBLY SELFISH!  YOU WOULD BE COMPLAINING IF I WERE ON MY DEATHBED TRYING TO SAY GOODBYE TO YOU!!!" in a moment of complete immaturity herself.  I am ashamed.  And I wonder where they get their attitudes.  However, they did proceed to play beautifully without fighting for the next hour til Dad got home while I stayed near the bathroom.  I even got a couple of impromptu hugs and kisses.  They are good, good kids, just little :}

Sorry for the exciting reading, just keeping our loving family up to date!  Have to do something sitting here to distract myself from nausea.