The spots are everywhere. New ones appear every day, which means T is still infectious and we still can't leave the house (well, except for a quiz whizz in the buggy around the perimeter of the park, hoping not to see another soul). The oldest spots have scabbed over and are intensely itchy. T's nails are short and, when he's soundly asleep, I sneak in and put socks over his fists so he can't scratch in his sleep. The worst offenders are the pox under his hair, angry red bumps, visible through the fine fuzz of his almost-red hair. The spots are in his mouth now too, so he doesn't want to drink, and can eat only mushy things which wont scratch against the tender skin.
My poor boy :-(