As many of you know, we have always had difficulty with Danny when it comes to bed time. No matter what, he always ends up in bed with us--usually around 1 a.m. Well, since Scot has been gone, I've been really lenient with Dan's sleeping arrangement and I just allow him to sleep in my bed (whatever--don't judge). Well, all has been going fine until this morning. At 4:00 a.m., I hear a strange noise and wake up to find Danny throwing up all over himself and the bed. I quickly sit him up and put a bowl in front of him and catch the remaining puke. Phew. Then, I throw him in the tub because he's covered in barf. After he's clean, I sit him on the floor in a pull-up and a towel while I strip the bed and remake it.
What could be worse than having this surprise wake-up call?
...Looking over to see your cat licking up the remaining puke from the puke bowl. My stomach has been turning ALL DAY with the image.
Again--I couldn't make up these stories if I tried. What next adventure will the Berry Boys have? Hopefully the next one is less gross....