So Henry started throwing up tonight. In his sheets.
We brought him downstairs and let him watch a rerun of the Alabama v. Ole Miss game while we gathered soiled sheets and mopped up the pukage. Special treats all around.
When he started feeling sick again, Brian held the bucket and I guided his head and all he would say was, "I can't see Ole Miss!"
I canNOT believe this is my life sometimes.
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