And verily the Baby, he did fever, the daughter, she did sniffle, the father, he did vomit, and the mother, she did not sleep. And the pots and pans did pile up, the laundry it did multiply, and the food it was depleted. There was a great groaning that came from the masses, begging for tissues, juice and plain crackers. The baby did suckle, morning, noon and night, and he did refuse to sit anywhere but in the lap of the mother.
But on this day, the 11th day of February, after almost 7 straight days of the plague, I do say unto you, the fevers they did fall! The Baby did wake up and play!! Can I get a Hallelujah! While the noses still run, and coughing does echo about the house, a light can be seen at the end of the tunnel, and by gosh, it looks a lot like a shower for the Mother ;)