This morning Sporty informed me that his tummy was quite upset...so I let him stay home. After all I wouldn't want him to get anyone else sick nor would I want him to be known as the "that boy who pooped his pants" the rest of his life. By the way, he would DIE if he knew I wrote that last line.
Then, I could hear Z man calling out "mamma, mamma!" He has the sweetest little voice when he wakes up first thing in the moring. I walk in and get HIT by a BRICK WALL of putridge smelling vomit. BLAH! Apparently he puked in the night and didn't wake up nor did we wake up. POOR KID!
Now I am stuck at home when I had every intention of running errands on behalf of the PTA (yeah did I mention I am the Co-President???) because this is the only day I have free. The ironic thing is that neither one of the boys act sick...
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