Germs, germs!

For the second time in two weeks, the girls and I have turned down an invitation to play because I have suspected that our would-be playmates are actually germ-infected demons waiting to take my babies back to Hell (i.e., Georgetown Hospital.) I'm not entirely comfortable with the new paranoid mommy-me, but what can I do? I really don't want them to get sick again! And yes, I do know that the world is FULL of germs and I can't possibly stop them all with a little hand sanitizer, but I can try, right??

Margaret is feeling fine. She still gets that creepy concavity in her sternum when she cries or yawns, and I am going to ask the doctor about it tomorrow, but her congestion is gone. Josephine is much better too -- but she STILL wakes up in the morning like my father (who has smoked for 50 years) with a cough and snort. Last week, after she threw up a hunk of flem, I Googled cystic fibrosis -- and yes, I know I'm crazy, I hope I am anyway, but you'd start wondering too after SEVEN weeks of constant respiratory complaint!! Anyway, I don't think she has it. For one thing, it's a white person's disease, and I don't think David qualifies. (Half-Sicilian Jews are considered Black by the U.S. State Deartment. Really.) For another, I licked their heads after a hot stroll -- you all should be honored that I willingly admit my craziness to you -- and I don't think they had unusually salty sweat. Truth be told, I'm not sure they actually had ANY sweat...which is probably a symptom of some other terrible disease.