The icky stomach bug finally came to our house. But the afflicted has worked his way up from Popsicles to saltines to soup.

I made him what my Grandmommy used to call “Egg Drop Soup.” (Leading me to order Egg Drop Soup in a Chinese restaurant and also to my subsequent bitter dismay.) You make Lipton noodle soup, and stir in a beaten egg at the end. Very soothing.

He’s having lime jello for dessert, and perking up nicely, like thirsty plants after rain. Which is good, because Ian being pitiful is about the saddest thing I’ve seen.

Fingers crossed the rest of us don’t get it…