Eight years ago, during Peter's first Christmas, our entire family was struck down by the stomach flu. And by entire, I mean uncles and aunts and grandparents and cousins. Everyone. It was a memorable few days.
This year at least the sickness had the decency to wait until the day after Christmas to start knocking us off. Half of us have been sick, with an additional person showing a few symptoms, but not the full blown yuck. Two of us remain untouched, so far.
Maybe Cooper and I should sequester ourselves from the germs. But then, who would take care of everyone else?
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Memories of that Christmas long ago sill linger and German Pancakes will never be the same.
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