I may have mentioned a time or two recently that my kids are sick.  We’ve gone through two or three rounds of first-this-then-that, with Petra and her cough-and-fever package being the latest attraction.  Today she’s been somewhat better, though, and I’ve been paying a little more attention to Brynja, who’s been hacking to wake the dead and managed even to make herself puke earlier today with all the coughing.  Not willing to let go her top spot so easily, Petra upped the ante twenty minutes or so ago by spewing freshly-drunk Kool-Aid and partially digested, chunky whatnot all over herself and the bathroom floor.  A laugh a minute, I tell you.  A laugh a minute.