My kid has Scarlet Fever.
Next thing you know, the other one will develop scurvy.
In other news, I finally finished my research paper, but I haven’t managed to wash my hair in three days.
One step forward, two steps back, people.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go procure some leeches and holy water.
p.s. Lest you think I am a totally heartless bitch for mocking my son’s illness, Scarlet Fever isn’t really that big a deal. It’s just fun to write because the only person anyone ever knew who had Scarlet Fever was Mary Ingalls, the prissy blind big sister. That was pre-antibiotics.