If it's Wednesday, we must be sick.

I woke up with a sore throat again.

I used to be someone who never got sick. Then the toddler turned 18 months old and started our church's Sunday nursery class. Our little one, who had only been sick twice in her life up to that point, immediately got sick, shared it with Mom and Dad, and well, here we are now.

From 18 months to around her second birthday we didn't go to church more than every other week. We'd go to church Sunday, she'd start getting sick Wednesday, I'd start getting sick a few days later, and we'd stay home from church the next Sunday. It got to the point that people at church started coming up to me and asking if someone had offended us. I had the worst time trying to convince everyone that we really weren't angry with anyone!

She's finally tapered off. Going to church no longer means automatic infection. This last week was like old times, though. I can only imagine what it'll be like when she starts school.

Maybe I'll just starting wearing a surgical mask all the time.