I won’t go into the gory details but nothing could have prepared me for what I woke up to last night, except maybe that one scene in “Trainspotting”.
Not the toilet swimming scene, not the one with the dead baby, but the one where Spud wakes up at his girlfriend’s house.
Note to parents of sick children: Just because your kid hasn’t eaten in a couple of days does not mean he or she is empty. Yet.
Now if you will excuse me, I’ve got some laundry to do.
You’re right. That is super disturbing. Funny how that movie became a cult classic. I tagged you.
Wow. Just…wow.
Eew! I forgot about that scene. Thanks ever so much for the reminder. Luckily kid feces are, for whatever reason, not as gross as grown man feces.
I’ve dealt once and only once with the pukefest. Three loads of sheets.
It’s enough for me to give you beaucoup sympathy, but I don’t think my one experience is enough to allow me to say “empathize”.
WHY did you have to remind me of that toilet scene. I now feel like doing what your son did. Blech.
Hope things improve soon.
Boy, that makes me kind of glad I never saw the movie. But I can relate nonetheless. See: Thanksgiving 2008.
This is the stuff of nightmares. I seriously shivered when I read that.
Oh, you win, Sista. That tops a dollop on the pants by a long shot. Here’s hoping for a quick recovery from the tummy troubles.
I love the title to this post. And yes, it scared me.