This is a story I just couldn't pass up telling you about.
Fast asleep Sunday night after an eventful weekend (I took AJ, Joey and a couple of our cousins to York University to watch the Bronze and Gold medal women's volleyball matches), I am thankful that the bout of sickness and colds that had run rampant through our family is now over.
Everyone is well. Everyone is healthy. This will be a good week.
Deep into my sleep and now into the wee hours of Monday morning, I get a nudge from my wife who says that she's dreamt of paint splattering.
"That's great", I say. "Thanks for waking me up for that". WTF?
Moments later, the pitter-patter of little feet come to our door. I see a faint silhouhette and then hear a voice...
"I just threw-up".
It's Joey, my 5-year-old.
I struggle out of bed to examine the damage. Not that bad. Her shirt isn't wet, there's a little in her hair, but that's about it.
"Did you throw-up a lot?"
"Maybe you should come into the room", Joey says in the most innocent of voices.
So I walk in and the stench is overwhelming. Then I glance over at Frankie who's still fast asleep and I see her COVERED in Joey's puke (I'm really sorry for that mental picture).
Right now, Joey & Frankie have developed such a good relationship that they enjoy sleeping the same bed together leaving the top bunk open...maybe not so much anymore.
I wake Frankie up and then she says to me, "What smells?" Then she runs her fingers through her hair and shouts "EEEEEEWWWWWWW!" and starts crying.
I put the 2 of them in the bath (again, it's about 4:15am) and proceed to bathe them until I can't smell anything. Then I put Frankie to sleep with Rozanne and set "Pukey" up on the couch downstairs (complete with plastic bag). I strip the bed and start the laundry while Joey lays on the couch about to fall asleep again.
The next time I look at the clock, it's 5am. TIME TO GET UP!
Can anyone out there top that night? Please comment if you can so that I'll feel better!