The boy has been throwing up. It sounds sad. It looks sad. Sadder still when it has some red in it. I frantically call Pam, "Should I be worried?" She tells me what to look for and I feel slightly better, but still worry that something may be cutting his tummy.
"You know I was kidding when I said you have only up to my Apple stock value for what I can do to fix you, I really don't want to see you be sick at all." I give him hugs and he twists between my legs. I am happy to have the evening off. Happy we spent time snuggling this morning even if it did cause me to be nearly late for work.. It was a tough night with him up on and off.