Sick humor

Lucas threw up four times last night , twice around 10PM and twice at 1AM. During the second round of barfing, we brought Lucas his green trashcan and he threw up in it to protect the carpet. He was a very good boy about the whole miserable thing.

It all came out of nowhere -- he had been fine all day yesterday and he was actually in a great mood in the evening -- and it resolved itself just as quickly. He stayed home with mom today (she was off work for Veteran's day; some holiday!) but he was basically fine all day. Apparently most of the toddler room and a couple of the babies at daycare caught exactly the same bug, and they all recovered just as quickly.

Tonight after his bath, Lucas and mom read some books on the floor in his room. Suddenly he demanded: "Feel sick, need bucket!" Jill didn't know if he was serious or not but with the mess from last night fresh in her memory she quickly reached over to the trashcan, grabbed it, and shoved it under Lucas. He immediately leaned over like he was going to throw up. "Not sick anymore!", he announced, smiling.