If vomiting was an Olympic sport, my son would have just won the Gold.
I'm serious. Only parents will appreciate the skill it takes to have an award-winning cookie toss.
He called me to his room, complained of his stomach hurting, clutched his belly asked for a basin and promptly threw up. It all landed in situ, he didn't soil his clothing or his bedding. It was in a word awesome.
As he sitting there holding his basin- and as I was watching him- he said "Better get me something to clean up with".
Yes...Yes, of course.
Jumped off the bed, rinsed his mouth out, gargled, and then announced he was taking a shower.
Now he is in the basement, no lingering evidence of his sick, playing CoD.
God Bless the USA.
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