Tag, You're It!

As I walked out the front door to leave for work yesterday afternoon, I called out to the girls to tell them I was leaving.

Me: Goodbye, Ladies. I love you.
Z and T: Bye-bye, Mommy. I love you.
Me: What are you both doing? [At the time Z was running across the front yard, away from T.]
Z and T: We are playing tag.
T: Yeah [big smile on her face]! I am H1N1 flu.

Let us all hope it stays as a game of tag for our household. We've had enough germs already this fall.