Well, we haven't quite gotten off the crud-bus from last week, but that didn't stop Wilder from strapping us in for a drive on the vomit hell ride last night. The most unsettling observation: Heretofore, I naively thought humans only puked out one facial orifice. But, in fact, puke can come out THREE. With disgustingly great gusto.
Wilder is much better today. He's downgraded from cookie-tossing to a mild case of the runs. Still nothing but Pedialyte to eat, but he seems quite OK with that.
They say these things happen in threes. I can't imagine what is next, but I look forward to it with great, unsettling dread.
2 comments:
LOL! nice one hon.
We hope Wilder is feeling better by now. Love, Grand Dad
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