Jack currently has some sort of stomach virus. Last night he got sick at his stomach a couple of times. The crazy thing is that as soon as it happened, he was worried that someone needed to clean the floor and couch. He went on and on about cleaning it. Yes, it was a gross mess [sorry for the graphic image]. But, I thought it so odd that the filth is what he was worried about, not the fact that he felt bad! He spent all day today carrying around his trash can, by his own decision. He didn't want to be sick on the floor again.
Halfway through the day I started to see my normal little guy instead of the pitiful one. He looked at me and said, "Mommy, you are having a bad hair day". I cracked up! Where did he get that from?? I honestly don't think I've ever said that in front of him! And, in my defense, I got little sleep from his episodes and I was afraid to leave his side to go take a shower. So, yes, my hair looked pretty bad.
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