It goes around and seems to "peek" in March. Often, the symptoms are obvious (sore throat, upset stomach, headache) and those of us without medical degrees "seem" to diagnose it without a swab! One day, the kids (and sometimes teachers) complain a bit, then they are out for a day or two.
I sent "J" to the nurse's office one morning after he put his head on the table and announced, "My throat can't say any words," and then, as I anticipated, he was out "sick."
A few days later, when I picked him up, "J" eagerly bounded up the stairs to the Reading Club Room, clearly back to his old self. "Did you miss me?" he asked. Without waiting for an answer (he most likely knew I had missed him), "J" continued, "I had a sore throat and bad temp-for-shure, so I went to the doctor. He looked at my throat and told me I had TheStriped Throat!"
I smiled assured that my diagnosis days earlier was accurate. "The doctor gave me pink medicine and told my mom to buy those wipes in the yellow can, like the ones you have," he volunteered waving his arm towards my wipes-that-try-to-keep-germs-like-strep-under-control! "Now, I am all better and can read again. It's a good thing you have those yellow wipes so you won't get The Striped Throat."
As he eagerly began reading Goldie and the Three Bears on my freshly wiped down table, I was glad that ol' pink medicine was clearing the "stripes" from his throat. With the image of fading throat stripes clearly in my head, I'll be reminded to generously use those ol' yellow wipes to make sure the ol' Striped Throat stays away from my reading table!