If we put him in the middle of a group of kids, he gets sick. Like clockwork.
It doesn't seem right, that I - a mother not trained in medicine, is the one who is supposed to tell the doctors what to do. And, for what it's worth, the doctors aren't thrilled about someone who writes jolly songs for little kids making medical suggestions. So who is stuck in the middle of all of this?
Billy. Sick again, after being in a room with a bunch of kids for too long. Sick again, for no good reason. Sick again, when we are about to move house.