The problem with kids

The problem with kids, well one anyway, is they get sick.  Being new to this world they just want try everything, including all the nasty viruses lurking about.  I found out recently that having four kids in a house makes handling illness not unlike a pandemic response.

First Contact: At 0200 attended distress call.  "Something happened to my body," states my three year old.  No kidding.  Its a miracle!  Somehow that sausage and vege at dinner has been transformed in to about four litres of Irish stew.  It might not feed five thousand but it could have come from that many.  How is that even possible?  Anyway the clean up crew is alerted and the civilians are scrubbed and decontaminated.  Or so we thought.
By the next day another falls sick.  House goes in to lockdown.  No dancing, no sports, no visiting friends.  TV and washing machine do overtime.  Start throwing out food as no one is eating any.
Despite going to Defcon 1(or whatever the worst is) they all still get sick.  Its not fair really.  Little zombies stumble about the house falling asleep and puking in random places.  Why can't they puke in a bowl?  Do they not know its coming?
Ah! What's that I hear?  One three year old has bit the other and the 5 year old is telling them to get out of her room?  Yes, we are on the mend.  Nothing shows that a child is feeling better than belligerence.
So hope and pray that the kids continue to fight like cats and dogs tomorrow so we can all get back to normal.  Only problem is I think I've got some Irish stew coming myself.  :(