People have been calling me Typhoid Sylvie lately. I think they should just be glad that I’m good at sharing. It all started when I didn’t feel good one night and there was this icky stuff in my mouth and I didn’t know why and I kept trying to wipe it off my tongue. It was not fun. I guess I shared it though, because the next day I didn’t get to play with my friends Max and Oliver because they were in bed. Then Dad, then Corey, then Mom, then Ryan (Oliver and Max’s Dad). I don’t think anybody liked it very much, so next time I will not share. I don’t really like the name Typhoid Sylvie very much anyway.