The amazingness of cooties
Amazing doesn’t always have to be good, right?
Cooties.
They’re prevalent these days, exploding through our nation like so many soap bubbles in a bath with running water. Everywhere you look, someone is sick with something; someone has cooties.
We are no exception, despite major education and a valiant attempt at prevention – I was sick last week; this week the kidlet has strep and I suspect the flu. She is better now, a z-pack and rest and fluids. I am better – a new sore throat but a z-pack waiting should I need it over the weekend. DaHubby has the immune system of a tree – he rarely gets sick.
But the amazingness of cooties is that they are the one thing in this world that truly transcend barriers that everything else in this world seem to find insurmountable. Cooties don’t care if you’re black, white, purple, green, or polka-dotted. Cooties don’t care if you’re rich, poor, or middle-class. They don’t care if you’re fat or thin. They don’t care if you’re in sickness or health when they find you.
They just care that they find you.
