Bad thoughts

I am in trouble.

Early this week, I thought to myself, "Wow, my nephew and niece are never sick."

I didn't even say it out loud.

But yesterday my nephew came home from school and had a fever. Even worse, he snapped his lifelong streak of no barfing at eight years.

And even worser, my sister texted Mom that he vomited and Mom responded, "Poor Matt." Which, of course, was the right thing to say. Someone barfing within a mile of me makes me worried. (It turns out less cool. Mom was responding to a text that said, "I blame Matt.")

My nephew was better tonight, starting a new streak. Me? I'll never think again.