We threw the party to end all parties last Sunday evening. It was our oldest daughter’s thirteenth birthday, so we invited the entire family over to celebrate the onset of the teen years. Almost everyone was able to make it, 24 people in all, and it was a great time. Lots of food, fun, and festivities. And then came Monday evening. Our second born didn’t eat dinner. Said she was full from lunch. Every mom knows something isn’t right when their child isn’t hungry 6 hours after eating her last meal, so I asked her if she was feeling well. She said she was fine. Ok, I thought, move on. An hour later she was puking. A few hours after that, birthday girl joined her and about 12 hours later, little mister joined in. I couldn’t figure out where all three of them could have picked it up at the same time until a couple of days later I saw my step-sister’s comment on my Facebook post. I was lamenting my sick children and she said her two girls had also been sick and her husband didn’t feel so great either. My sis-in-law chimed in that her son had puked, and then her husband and then her daughter. Dropping like flies. Another niece got it as well. And my brother. And my mother in law. It was clear where it all went down.