Two fairly spectacular projectile vomitings from the lad have enlivened our last two evenings at home. Luckily for me the missus took the bullet on both occasions, although of course I was quick to help out where I could.
Our theory is that he's managing to swallow so much snot thanks to his cold that it's playing his guts up. The old 'hawk-spit' routine will take him a few more years to master I guess...
We're very lucky that he's not a sickly boy normally - clearing up puke is a daily occurrence for some of our NCT-friends by all accounts. I wouldn't fancy that too much, I must admit.
Oh, well, he never seems to mind despite the rather unpleasant new sensation it must be. Maybe tonight I should fabricate a 'Tube nightmare' delay and have a pint in town until the coast is clear...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment