Eruption

Calfgrit7 was sick last night. He threw up a couple times, and Cowgrit put him to bed in our bed — don’t want him vomiting from atop his upper bunk bed. By 8:30, he’d gone about an hour and a half without problem so we were hoping it was probably over.

Then, as Cowgrit and I were shutting the house down for the night — she to sleep in our bed with the sick CG, and me to write my post and then to sleep in the guest room — we heard Calfgrit7 heaving. He was so much asleep that he didn’t wake up, and we got into the bedroom just in time to see a volcano of vomit bubble up from his mouth and run down his face. Yes, it’s as nasty as it sounds.

We spent the next half-hour cleaning the boy and the bed. You have to have children to really learn just how far into disgusting you can go. In my case last night, I was literally up to my elbows in it. After the initial eruption, I held him up so he could lean over a small trash can.

I noted the mess and asked Cowgrit, “Why would he have red in his vomit?”

“Um,” Cowgrit thought for a moment, “strawberries. They had some strawberries tonight.”

“Good.” Bringing up strawberries is much better than the first thought that ran through my mind.

Bullgrit
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