We have a rampant case of Rotavirus in our home. Pookie had it once when he was about 9 months old. We didn't know how contagious it was. He had an eye exam under anesthesia scheduled at the Primary Children's Hospital in Utah. He was prepped for the exam and the nurse was going over the patient history. When she asked how he was feeling over all I said something to the effect of, "I suspect a little unwell since he has Rotavirus giving him diarrhea." You would've thought I said Anthrax. They practically cleared out that wing of the hospital and shooed us quickly out the door.
When Gabbers was about a year, I caught her and Pookie crawling around the kitchen licking shiny things. I ushered them back out and toward the toys. When they licked the shiny metal trashcan that Danny's grandma gave us -- in no time they had Rotavirus. We took the trashcan to the curb for trash pickup and bought a boring plastic one.
We sold our dining table with the cushy chairs because the kids discovered they were shiny too.
I do not buy my children or especially my little princess mirrors because they would surely lick them.
But I cannot seem to convince the commissary to switch to plastic carts. Just last week I noticed Hammie anxiously engaged in the shininess of the cart and slobbering all over it.
Now my children have Rotavirus. My house smells like poop. I've wiped more than my share of bums for the year.
July 26, 2008: Bun went into the bathroom shortly after Pookie used it. He lifted the lid, did a full-body icky-shiver, and said, "Aack! Pookie's poop freaks me out."
I assure you Pookie flushed. But the toilet did require scrubbing after he used it.