A little over a week ago, I was taking Sasha home from day care when we stopped to play in our local playground. After a few minutes of climbing around, however, she started complaining that she was cold, and that her head hurt. Since it was 80 degrees out, I figured something was wrong, and sure enough, she had a fever. I gave her some ibuprofen, and in a day or so her fever broke and she got better.
Two days ago, while shopping with Sasha and Jean, I suddenly began to feel achy all over—from the back of my neck to the soles of my feet. Yup, I had the same thing, and after a sweaty, shivery night last night, I’m finally getting better.
These things happen, of course, but it’s our luck that they’re happening right before the beginning of the new school year. Tomorrow Sasha has her very first day of city Pre-K—yay, universal Pre-K!—and she’ll both be exposing kids to her germs and getting exposed herself. I expect her to come down with something new and annoying early next week. Yay, universal Pre-K.
But what’s even more awesome is that yesterday Sasha had two friends over to play—friends who this very week are starting to go to new preschools (two of the best-known in Brooklyn, as it happens) and who, in all likelihood, will come down with the fever I just got over and spread it around to their new classmates.
Do I feel guilty about this? Maybe a little. I mean, it’s not like it’s whooping cough or the measles. And Sasha, who gave me this bug, surely got it from some other kid at her old school, so maybe it’s that kid’s parents who should feel guilty. All I’m saying is, if you’re looking for Patient Zero, she’s wearing a pink dress and pretending to fly around on a broomstick behind me as I type this.