Pox
Good god.
How did I miss this? There's a brisk cheerful trade among crunchier-than-thou mommies in serious biohazards: chicken pox scabs, snotty tissues, licked lollipops. And they're sending them through the mail. Unmarked. Anything to avoid--drumroll of doom--shots. No, they want their kids to get sick. Sick is natural. They're posting triumphant snapshots of their poxy kids, as if their misery were some sort of dance recital.
Words fail me.
On the other hand, they do put the literary loons into perspective.
Nine
How did I miss this? There's a brisk cheerful trade among crunchier-than-thou mommies in serious biohazards: chicken pox scabs, snotty tissues, licked lollipops. And they're sending them through the mail. Unmarked. Anything to avoid--drumroll of doom--shots. No, they want their kids to get sick. Sick is natural. They're posting triumphant snapshots of their poxy kids, as if their misery were some sort of dance recital.
Words fail me.
On the other hand, they do put the literary loons into perspective.
Nine
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