As of now, it's just Shef with the official strep diagnosis. He's definitely sick, but he's his own little version of sick.

Like yesterday morning, for example, he was lying on the couch looking momentarily pathetic.

"You're going to have to stay home from school," I told him, giving his forehead a feel.

"Yes!" he cried, perking up. "Can we go to an indoor pool?!"

"Uh, no," I said. "You're sick."

"Oh, yeah," he said. "Let's draw!"

And so we've been drawing Super Diaper Baby and talking about googolplex.

By the way, I'd like to thank his buddy Ernie from school for introducing Shef to the concept of googolplex. It's been really great talking about that for the last ten days non-stop.