The stomach bug has visited our household with a vengeance. First Natalie fell victim, now Graham, whining, weak, asleep on the couch as I type. Since I'm gone all day, I hear only the epic tales of ginger ale and saltines and videos and woe.
With Natalie, though, I was reminded of the sick days of my youth, of the warm feeling when your parents pay more attention to you and don't bark. OK. Time to carry Graham upstairs so we can watch yet another comedy about the mob and eat Thai takeout.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Tour de puke
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