Vomit's not really my thing. Nevertheless, the boy vomited in the car today as we set out to see the Festival of Lights at Tanglewood, just west of Winston-Salem. Thank God for a wife who loves to clean up vomit. If it weren't for her, I don't know what I'd do.
Afterward: "Will, does your tummy feel better?"
"Yeh. Seesbuhr! Seesbuhr! Wah seesbuhr!"
I think the boy gets carsick. He threw up three times on our trip to Michigan, none of which made it into a bucket. (Though we weren't sure of the cause of that vomiting due to the Plague smacking down the entire family over Thanksgiving.) Regardless, I'm going to begin keeping a supply of Dramamine on hand for him.
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i say "God bless Mrs. Swept Over" because that type of cleaning is certainly not this wife and mother's favorite thing to do...
Perhaps all the coffee has eroded the lining of his stomach...
I hope you know that is a joke!
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