SO of course, Daddy stayed up with him all night.
It’s one thing when Thing One is sick, he’s nine and he sort of understands what’s going on. But when the Little Guy is sick it just breaks my heart. All I can do is be there and console him.
And watch Astro Boy, apparently.
Every half hour or so the poor guy would have to throw up. He couldn’t sleep because it kept waking him up. He didn’t cry or whine or anything, just sat there looking like the saddest little kid in the world. All I could do was hold him, get the bucket and clean him off.
Of course, Jodi has shows tonight and I’ll be with the boys by myself.
I’m hoping for a very quiet evening.
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