For Easter this year, we travelled back to my husband's roots and spent time with his family, and also got up close and personal with a very contagious stomach flu. Going to the "farm" is always such a highlight for the kids, because they get to run outside with little interference from us adulty types. This year, it was a bit of a subdued privilege because we always had to take the proximity to buckets and toilets into consideration. And, lest Joey's family forget the time they spent with us, we managed to pass on our special parting "gift" to at least six of them. So, all in all, I guess you could say it was a success.
