When the VP and I plan a vacation, one or both of the boys get sick. This truth long ago moved out of the realm of theory and into scientific fact by the time The Senator was two.
Tonight as The VP and I were lying in bed discussing our upcoming trip (Sunday) to Las Vegas, we hear footsteps and coughing followed by the unmistakable sound of vomit hitting carpet. Well, to us it's unmistakable; we've been on enough vacations to recognize the Law of Ill Children in motion.
Thank you, Senator.
Here's some detail which, frankly, made me ill, but who knows...it might interest you.
He had a huge bowl of chocolate ice cream with multi-colored sprinkles (uh, jimmies for you Easterners) right before bed.
We had lasagna for dinner.
He apparently swallowed some toothpaste during bedtime preparations. A keen nose could detect the faint waft of bubble-gum amid the overall stench of vomit.
Our carpet cleaner machine does an amazing job of sucking up small bits of food.
Sorry, but I like to share my misery.
I'll be sure to include additional graphic details when The Governor wakes us up in another couple of hours with severe diarrhea.
Posted by Cathy at February 20, 2004 11:15 PMThank you ever so much for sharing.
Posted by: aelfheld at February 21, 2004 08:18 AM
Given that we have three of the darlings, I'll be sure to return the favor at some point. ;)
You're so very welcome, Aelfheld! Hope you weren't eating breakfast at the time. :)
Yeah, Andy, bring it on! I was tired last night - it wasn't even my best effort - but I'll out-gross you any day of the week! (Call me an Arsenal fan, will you!)
Posted by: Cathy at February 21, 2004 01:40 PM