So apparently Spencer is still plenty sick. He just tried to hide it from me because he really wanted to go to school today. (Isn't that cute? And sad because he couldn't go?)
He certainly didn't act as if he felt sick at all. He snarfed down his peanut butter and syrup-laden pancakes just as happy as could be while excitingly talking to Josh about his birthday presents. (More on that later.) He looked fine, smelled fine, seemed fine.
So how did I find him out?
I went into his room and discovered Joshie's bed covered in Spencer's vomit.
Now there's a sentence I never foresaw writing.
Apparently Spencer had gotten sick while in his bed this morning and couldn't make it to the bathroom in time. Rather than getting his bed dirty (which carries a bit of good logic), he leaned over the side and threw up on Josh's bed.
Erlack.
Poor Spencer was devastated I had discovered his poorly hidden secret. Only a lecture on not giving germs to his classmates and the promise of playing computer games all day calmed him down. (He really likes school!)
After I cleaned up the mess I had this little conversation with the boys:
Me: Spencer, did you throw up when Josh was still in bed or after he got out of bed?
Spencer: Josh was in bed.
Me (trying not to gag): Why didn't you go into the bathroom?
Spencer (looking sheepish): I couldn't.
Me: Well, that's okay. It was an accident and you're sick. You're not in trouble. Why didn't you tell me?
Spencer: Can I play computer?
Me: After your bath. When you're sick you have to have a bath.
Spencer (whining): Awwwwwww...
*****
Me: Joshie, did Spencer get sick on your bed?
Joshie: Yea.
Me: Did you get dirty?
Joshie: No.
Me: Did you see Spencer get sick?
Joshie: Yes, it came down. It was raining!
Me (really trying not to gag): Okay... Why didn't you tell me?
Joshie: Can I play computer?
Me: After your bath. Little boys who get thrown up on have to have a bath.
Joshie (whining): Awwwwww...
I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again and again: Boys. Are. Gross.
What, you don't think that's so bad? Well I won't even begin to describe what surprise Spencer left for me in the bathroom...
He certainly didn't act as if he felt sick at all. He snarfed down his peanut butter and syrup-laden pancakes just as happy as could be while excitingly talking to Josh about his birthday presents. (More on that later.) He looked fine, smelled fine, seemed fine.
So how did I find him out?
I went into his room and discovered Joshie's bed covered in Spencer's vomit.
Now there's a sentence I never foresaw writing.
Apparently Spencer had gotten sick while in his bed this morning and couldn't make it to the bathroom in time. Rather than getting his bed dirty (which carries a bit of good logic), he leaned over the side and threw up on Josh's bed.
Erlack.
Poor Spencer was devastated I had discovered his poorly hidden secret. Only a lecture on not giving germs to his classmates and the promise of playing computer games all day calmed him down. (He really likes school!)
After I cleaned up the mess I had this little conversation with the boys:
Me: Spencer, did you throw up when Josh was still in bed or after he got out of bed?
Spencer: Josh was in bed.
Me (trying not to gag): Why didn't you go into the bathroom?
Spencer (looking sheepish): I couldn't.
Me: Well, that's okay. It was an accident and you're sick. You're not in trouble. Why didn't you tell me?
Spencer: Can I play computer?
Me: After your bath. When you're sick you have to have a bath.
Spencer (whining): Awwwwwww...
*****
Me: Joshie, did Spencer get sick on your bed?
Joshie: Yea.
Me: Did you get dirty?
Joshie: No.
Me: Did you see Spencer get sick?
Joshie: Yes, it came down. It was raining!
Me (really trying not to gag): Okay... Why didn't you tell me?
Joshie: Can I play computer?
Me: After your bath. Little boys who get thrown up on have to have a bath.
Joshie (whining): Awwwwww...
I've said it before and I'm sure I'll say it again and again: Boys. Are. Gross.
What, you don't think that's so bad? Well I won't even begin to describe what surprise Spencer left for me in the bathroom...
8 comments:
Oh, yuck. I am so sorry you have to deal with this today. I hate puke....HATE puke! I have been fortunate so far that my family don't often get the pukies. We seem to attract colds the most. I hope your day gets better, and no one else gets sick!
Isn't it awful when they "get better" only for you to discover they are still sick? Hey, now that I have moved can I have your secret doughnut recipe? I thought it would be fun to have a neighbor fall party.
That. is. Hilarious. Sorry, but it is! I love how the kids didn't even think that there's anything wrong with Spencer puking all over Josh's bed...and that they didn't tell you...because that's perfectly normal, right?
At least it isn't constant puking. I'll take a few times of cleaning it up reather than the 11 times in 24 hours that Jase did back in April - that was horrible. The good thing is that he is/was old enough to embrace the "barf bucket" which is a large mixing bowl in our house.
Here's hoping that no one else comes down with it and that Joshie can have a great birthday tomorrow (and you too, with no puke).
oh my gosh that is so nasty ... it was raining!!!!!!!!!! please let me never be able to write this post, please ...
yes. they. are.
gross!
ROFL!
Maren, all I can say is get out the lysol! I hope he is feeling better. And that you don't have any more clean up jobs. Kevin has been sick the last couple of days, too. S
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