For those of you who might have a weak stomach, you probably want to skip this story.
Tonight we were sitting in the living room watching tv, when our oldest son started looking quite pale. He had been complaining of a headache. Next thing we know, he jumps up and heads for the kitchen (linoleum floor), and empties his stomach. I put some towels over the stuff on the floor, until we can get my son calmed down, cleaned up, and fresh clothes put on. My wife and I were attending to him, when all of a sudden we hear the pitter patter of our youngest son’s feet behind us, running in from the bedroom. I turn around, just as our youngest steps on the towels that are laying on top of the “package” our other son left on the floor. I am telling my youngest to watch out, but by the time I get the words out, he had just stepped on the towels, still with forward momentum. As the last word came out, my youngest son slipped, pushing the towels out of the way, and fell on his butt with his hands beside him, in the middle of what my other son had deposited on out kitchen floor. First word out of his mouth was “Ow!”, because he hit kinda hard, followed by “eeww!”. My wife couldn’t keep from laughing, and I was having a hard time not laughing, at the same time trying to console our youngest, who now had a butt, back, and hands covered in the stomach contents of our oldest son.
