Anyone wanna lick my toes?
Last night my youngest started to get sick. He started to puke and have the shits. I can’t count the number of pairs of underpants he went through because he “gambled and lost”. Thank goodness I had a laundry basket full of clean underpants at his disposal.
The youngest has only gotten sick somewhere other than a toilet or a puke bucket once in his life. When he was a bit older than one, he was taking a nap on his back and made a “puke fountain” for everyone to enjoy. Last night he broke his streak. I had sorted my laundry in the bathroom and had it all piled up. I usually take it downstairs to the wash machine but I got sidetracked talking on the phone and it didn’t make that crucial lap in its laundry journey. My son is in the bathroom sitting on the toilet with a garbage can between his knees and I am confident that I can go to bed. He’ll just grab his puke bucket and head for bed when he is done. I get up this morning my usual joyous self and head for the bathroom. My first step in puke squishes between my toes. EWWWW! So I sit down and fail to look first. I ended up with both ass cheeks cover in puke. Then I look around the room. There is puke everywhere! I think he hit every single piece of dirty laundry in the room! He got the bath mat and even managed to get it under the bath mat. Nice to know the child has talent! Maybe someday this story will become as infamous as his father’s “diarrhea story”!
Sick, kids | eastbluffbarbie | 
February 7, 2009 8:14 pm
Katie, February 7, 2009 @ 8:50 pm
That is a good story, but it doesn’t touch his dad’s diarrhea story. That one will be told again and again until it’s deemed an urban legend!