You hear a small voice.
My tummy hurts. And then, although you believe it can not possibly happen so fast, there is vomit everywhere – the blankets, the hall, the child, and the bathroom.
You calm. You reassure. You clean up (child first). You prepare for the almost inevitable round two. You comfort.
There’s no point in being sick today. There’s a blizzard. They’ve already called off school.
At least you get to stay home with me all day.