When I was 6 over half my 1st grade class spent Christmas break with chicken pox because a sick kid came back to school the last day before break so she wouldn't miss the "Christmas pageant," and her mom was there with a camcorder to record the memory that ruined 17 families' Christmas vacation plans. It was especially bad for my father, he hadn't ever contracted chicken pox as a kid and I passed it to him. It was so bad that even his gums and tongue had chicken pox bumps on them. He literally shared a bath with my younger brother just so he'd contract it as a child, and never have it as an adult. My old man was tempted to break that woman's camcorder during the spring pageant, lol. ;-)