As if this day hadn't already crashed and burned, it is now BBR (burned beyond recognition)!

J-dog wasn't feeling well when we got home from the airport this afternoon. After a nap he started complaining of a sore throat, so Lisa took him to the doctor. Turns out he has strep throat. Poor kid. To cap things off, Jack gagged when the nurse took the throat culture and filled the sink with a partially-digested McDonald's lunch.

Lisa and the nurse knew it wasn't norovirus or food poisoning when Jack proceeded to analyze the contents of his vomitous, deciding that the hamburgers had digested but the fries had not. He then proclaimed that he was starving.