last night, as I am putting the boys to bed...
Nate: Mom, can I have a bin, just in case I have to throw up?
Me: Don't worry, Honey. I think we're all done with throwing up for now.
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one a.m.
Andy, (directly into my ear as I sleep in my bed): Mom! Nathan is throwing up!
2 comments:
Nate might be prescient.
:( Poor you. Poor Nate.
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