Poor Little Wacky Boy
My kid has been throwing up all morning, pobrecito.
I’ll write tomorrow. Off to do laundry.
xxox
WM
Edited to say:
2:30 p.m.: asking for popsicles
3:30 p.m.: asking for snacks
4 p.m.: telling his father and me, “I’ll eat anything I can get my hands on.”
10 p.m.: I think he’s all better. Knock wood.
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Ahhh, I remember those days. Yuck. Poor baby. Hope he feels better and that you survive the laundry overload.
September 24th, 2007 | #