My 5-year-old son wasn’t feeling well this evening and complained he felt like puking, but just couldn’t throw up. I set him up in bed with a book to look at and a bowl to puke in should he not be able to make it to the toilet. I further instructed him on how to position his head above the bowl in the event of pukage so as to avoid spillover.
Consequently, it wasn’t a huge surprise when he returned not long thereafter. “Daddy, I puked in the toilet, and there was so much that it couldn’t all fit in the toilet!” he happily declared.
sigh
I glanced at my wife. Nope. This one would be all mine.
When I entered the bathroom to check the splatter factor, I found that a more correct statement from my blessed child would have been, “Daddy, I puked in the toilet, and there was so much that I was able to start at the end furthest from the toilet and still get some in the toilet!”
double sigh
2 comments:
Yucky. Not the funnest part of parenting. hang in there...the little guys really do grow up faster than you'll expect. Sending lots of love your way!
aww yuck. :( that's just sad.
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