I'd ask DinnerDad to do it, but he's sick too, which just compounds everyone's misery by a factor of 10. Don't you hate it when you're hanging out all day for the other parent to come home, and the swing in the door (early, causing premature flutters of gratitude) just as sick and miserable as you! I unfairly feel unreasonable resentment about it, purely because I wanted a break. I'm not proud...or particularly awesome when besieged by germs.
Fortunately, Smash made dinner last night, and disappeared with Lolly for a good long time jumping on the Jumpoline. I take back everything I said about lazy teenagers with no sense of familial responsibility. Most of it. Some of it. A couple of sentences at least.
Continuing our theme of unicorns, how can I resist this one?