Overheard in the SickPond

"We need a bed, not a chicken breast." I have no earthly idea what the child was talking about.

"Mom, I can puke in the snow. Puking in the snow is the best." Last night we got basically a dusting of snow, enough to cover the cars and grass and cause school systems traumatized by our last ice storm to cancel evening activities last night. Sunny wanted to go outside, and after this comment I saw no reason not to let her, so I got her all bundled up and sent her outside. She spent maybe a minute and a half outside, then banged on the door to come back in because "it's just too cold for me to be out here."

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Containment, FishPond style:

That's Sunny's bed, with about 4 towels layered on it. She pukes, we take a layer off (or two, if needed), wash them, leave the next ones for the next barf.

We have probably 42 towels in varying sizes in this house, NOT including my predilection toward hoarding dish towels. Anyone want to guess how many times we've gone through all 42 in the last 72 hours?

Comments

[angi]

I joked that after everyone was sick here, that at least EVERY SINGLE towel/blanket/sheet in the house was clean :)

I had to find something positive in all of the YUCK!

[Agincourtdb]

Hehe. I can just hear her say that, too. Poor thing.

[hokgardner]

Puking in the snow! I love it.