Mike and Liam BOTH got sick last night -- we think from too much brownie batter, but we're not quite sure.
Liam was first up at 2 -- throw up....blech. back to bed. Pete got it and I fell asleep before I figured out what was going on.
Then Mike at 3pm -- throw up...blech. back to bed -- this time I got "wind" of it -- if you know what I mean -- and helped him back into bed.
Then Liam back up at 4 -- "DADDY - TUMMY HURT AGAIN" this time we both got up. And as I'm helping Liam by rubbing his back as he throws up into the toilet, this transpired.
Liam, hands on the bowl, head in the bowl throwing up. Blech.
Then he looks up at me, "mommy, no school today? me stay home?"
Lee: "yes, honey, you'll stay home today."
Liam: "Me watch TV?"
now I don't think he's putting his finger down his throat to throw up -- way too many tears for that -- but even when this kid has his head in the bowl it's all about myth busters and dirty job!
