Mumps

When we were growing up my dad loved holidays. Around Easter one year I brought home the mumps to everyone (I was always the carrier for all diseases contracted by the family). After I got the mumps so did all of my brothers born at that time (John, Jim and Jerry) and so did my dad. Bad I know. The doctor had to come to the house - dad could go nowhere (except the bathroom). Dad was really bummed because he couldn't take part in the egg hunt (he always hid the eggs). Mom decided that the way to fix the problem was to have the egg hunt in the living room where dad was recuperating on the couch. Eggs were even hidden in my dad's blankets. The hunt was a little limited, but dad got to take part and everyone was happy.