Thanks for responding to the prompt. Please keep it up. I'll be posting one every Monday--probably even after WIFYR is a distant memory, because I've enjoyed reading you.
I think the worst guest that ever showed up at our house wasn't a person--it was a disease. Hepatitis, to be exact.
I've written about the Days When Our Eyeballs Were All Yellow before, so I won't go on and on. But it was a terrible time. I was pregnant and sick and everyone in the neighborhood ran away from us yelling UNCLEAN! UNCLEAN!
I think TRQ was the first to suspect that we had the hepatitis going on at our house. I finally took Alec to see the pediatrician who said that he (Alec) was yellow because he'd been eating too many carrots BECAUSE of course you know how four year-old boys are--just chowing down on carrots whenever they get the chance.
But I was desperate to believe we had a carrot problem and not a third-world-disease problem, so I told my mother what the doctor said. To which TRQ said, "Yeah? Your doctor's an idiot."
And she was right.