The official start of summer wouldn't be complete without a vomit story.
Wednesday night, the night of the LAST day of school, my son Ace walks out of his room around 11 pm gagging.
"Someone threw up in my bed! (gag, choke, gag)"
"Well, looking at the chunks on your jammies pal, my guess is that it was you."
"It wasn't me. (gag, gag, choke, gag) I was sleeping."
So, now I have a sleep-puker in addition to a talk-puker. Good times.
Thankfully Paco stripped the sheets and got him settled down. (This knee thing comes in very handy at times!)
What a way to start off the summer . . .
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