Wednesday, April 23, 2008
I woke up at about 2:30am to the sound of terrific retching.
Moms have good ears for these things. Dad ears are, frankly, a little faulty in this regard. (Though they are very good at listening for security alerts like the things that go bump in the night that I don't seem to hear.)
"So, anyways..." Colin was at the kitchen sink getting rid of his dinner. It was shocking how intact it still looked. It was a big bowl of spaghetti slapped into the sink and only slightly decomposed. (Sorry for the details.)
Today he is still feeling poorly. He's snoozing on the sofa, half hot and sweaty and half freezing cold.
I guess this is Colin doing some solidarity with our Nelly .