Written on June 26, 2011
Here's the background. As a pregnant woman, I am cursed with "morning sickness" pretty much all day long. For some reason, it always seems to hit me right around Little Man's bedtime. This has resulted in a few mad dashes from Little Man's bed into the bathroom for a dry-heave session. So much fun.
This was last night's conversation.
Little Man: "Mom, I think Dad should read me my books from now on."
Me: "Why?"
Little Man: "Well, aren't you feeling a little sick right now?"
Me: "Yes, a little."
Little Man: "I don't want you to throw up on me, Mom."
Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence.
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