My two boys are paying the price for all their cloak and dagger antics while camping last weekend. Evidently each one of them managed to conceal themselves in a patch of poison ivy while playing capture the flag. Their legs look as if they’ve been flogged with a cat o’ nine tails. Getting them not to touch the infected areas has been somewhat futile. Between the daily applications of Cortaid and constant reminders not to scratch the itch, the outbreak seems to be slowing. After four days I don’t know what’s worse: the oozing pus or the whining.