More glamour

My poor little Peanut woke up this morning with a tummy ache.

It was early and I was getting in the shower so I told him to go lay on the couch and I would be out in a bit. When I got to the living room, the TV was on, the computer was on and the Easter basket was on the floor.

"Moooooommmmmmmy I don't feeeeeeellllllllll good."

"Well, Peanut, if I didn't feel good I probably wouldn't be eating my Easter candy."

Busted.

I told him to go back and lay on the couch. Two minutes later, he's heaving on the blanket that's covering him up.

Augh...if someone isn't snotting or coughing around here, they're vomiting. Glamorous.