I am so glad to be part of a family that shares everything.  What ever we have we share equally.  I share my toys with Mason and he shares his with me (at least the ones I want to play with.)  Mom and Dad seem to share every thing.

But. . . . .

Sharing can go to far!  (I have decided)!!!!!

Last week Daddy got sick - I mean nasty sick - he spent all his time in the bathroom - grandpa said he was bowing before the porcelain thrown - I don't know what that means but dad was either in front of or sitting on the toilet a lot.  He got over it and then on Wednesday he gave it to the rest of the family.  First me.  I didn't stay in front of the toilet, but I should have.  Then Mom and Mason (actually all three of us were sick at the same time.)  (You know what - food doesn't taste as good the second time) got so sick. 

Dad was amazing - changing diapers, cleaning up floors, wiping up with towels - it seemed like the clothes washer was always running. 

We shared it with the whole family.  Friday night we were so miserable that Grandma and grandpa came up to help with Mason.  They took him down to their house . . . . and . . . . .you guessed it, Grandpa got really sick.  Grandma says he hasn't been this sick for over 20 years.  He actually missed a day of work and he never misses work.  (I didn't want Grandpa to be the only one sick so I threw up last night just to keep him company.)

I hope Grandma doesn't get it, but then she might feel bad that we didn't share it with her.  I don't know what to do

Today, everyone is feeling better except Grandpa and he's still in bed, but he's not worshipping the porcelain god today.

I hope Santa doesn't get it when he comes to our house this month.