Gastro is going through our family, again. My sister's son and daughter are vomiting and so is she. So far my family had escaped it and each morning we pick up the only healthy child in my sister's family and take him to school.
We avoid entering the house, attempting to skip this particularly nasty and contagious bug which hit it us hard last year.
This afternoon my healthy nephew started showing symptoms. We were on our way home from school. He was hot, tired and queasy.
I knew it was just a matter of time before my kids got it. We'd been breathing the same air as him in our teeny tiny car for a week.
After dropping him at home and giving his still-sick mum the bad news, we headed home. I wasn't surprised when my eldest boy said he was feeling sick too.
I touched his forehead. It may have been a bit hot.
We were on our way to buy Happy Meals and it was when he said he didn't want one that I knew he was telling the truth. You see, he's tried to fake or exaggerate illness a couple of times before to try and get a day off from school.
I looked him in the eye. "Are you really sick?"
He looked straight back at me and said, "Yes Mum." Then he closed his eye and looked like he was falling asleep.
