There has been a wicked stomach virus passing through town lately and I have been one of the latest victims. I have had a rather rough week, to say the least.
As I was discussing my symptoms with my wife this morning I was telling her that I was still having severe stomach cramps. I came home from work early today and was laying on the couch when my 3-year-old, Silas, started asking me if I still had "crabs." It took me a minute to figure out what he was talking about until he explained to his sister, Sarah, that "Daddy has pointy crabs in his tummy." He had obviously overheard our coversation this morning and thought I said CRABS instead of CRAMPS.
I just hope he doesn't go around telling the neighbours and the folks at church this weekend that his daddy has crabs!