The other night I was in bed trying to fall asleep when the sounds of 3-year-old misery snapped me back into consciousness. I could hear Andy rolling around uncomfortably in his bed. After a few minute he began to whimper, "Mommy...." So of course I went in to see what the matter was.
He was lying there looking unhappy and said, "My tummy feels hot."
Well, I have no idea what that means. Was he hot? Was he nauseous? Was he cramping? I asked him to specify and he really couldn't, other to repeat his hot-tummy statement.
So I hugged him for a minute and asked what he wanted me to do for him.
"I want to go barf in your bed, Mommy."
I need to record these things before they disappear.
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