Well, Brian had a relaxing, no responsiblities, game playing, book reading Father's Day...until Abigail complained of a "cold tummy" and went Linda Blair on her room. I swear I didn't feed her pea soup for dinner. She is feeling much better now and I will be calling the carpet cleaners in the morning.
And, yes, during the process I taught Abigail that at school we call it emesis and measure it, but at home we can just call it barf or vomit or throwing up. Enlightening my child one day at a time.
Happy Father's Day, Brian. Go Team.
2 comments:
Good God! Is your family ever going to catch a break from the throw-up demons? You always sound like you take it in such stride. You are the woman! Throw-up illnesses ruin my mood for days!
So long as I'M not the one throwing up, I can usually hold my own. Cut us a break? I wish
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