We have been hit, again, by that lovely thing known as the stomach bug. Sneaky little devil it is. It's especially fun when you are in the middle of giving a piano lesson to a brand new student, at THEIR house, when you hear:
"MOOOOOOMMMMY! I POOOOOOOPED IN MY UNDIES! MOOOOOOOMY!" (Madeline)
I probably should've known then that this was more than a little runny bowels....too much fruit, I figured.....Not quite.
No sooner had we crawled into bed when I heard the unmistakable sound of a sleeping, yet vomiting, child. How any sober person can sleep through that is beyond me but then, what do I know? I also assumed the runny stools bit was just too many berries....my bad. It must be something about this house: it welcomed us in with the stomach bug and is sending us back out that way....perhaps I should make it a little more clear in our next house that as far as temporary gifts go, we prefer flowers.
I am sure there will be many more delightful stories to come about this but until the wildfire subsides, TTFN (ta ta for now!)
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