Sick…I Think….

So, I threw up earlier tonight. I’d had a queasy stomach most of today, but I thought maybe I drank too much tea. Apparently, not the case.

So, later, Monster™ Younger comes in and tells me, “Mommy, you look tired. You should sleep.”

Me: I think I’m sick.

MY: Why?

Me: Because I threw up.

At this point, MY gets this look of “Oh, shit!” on his face.

MY: Where?

I give him a weird look and say: In the bathroom.

MY (looking VERY relieved): Phew.

Then he proceeds to launch into this whole story about how Grandpa tried to get him to the bathroom when he was about to throw up but didn’t make it, and MY ended up throwing up on the floor. To which I nod my head, seemingly fascinated by this, because when MY launches into anecdotes, he expects you to be fascinated.

And who am I to disappoint my boy?

Even if I might have the plague.