Even though I love Songkran, we've had a rough history.
I spent two consecutive Songkrans in the hospital, and Whim had to have surgery during Songkran the year before that. Last year, though none of us were in the hospital, we skipped out on the festivities because we were all sick with fevers.
It's tradition, I guess. I have had an annoying stomachache since last Wednesday night (same day we made those ridiculously good potatoes, but I'm trying to deny that embarrassing fact.) I finally started coming around yesterday, and then M was struck down.
Luckily we had already visited Whim's parents for the (real) traditional water blessing on Monday. Good try Songkran, but I think we beat you this year.