8:20AM I put Riley on the bus. She had a great morning. No fussing. She left for school happy, adorable.
9:15AM The school calls. They say she's sick. (I know she's not sick, but I go get her).
9:20AM I pick her up. She is sooooo not sick. She skips out to the car.
9:30AM We make her lay down in bed for a couple of hours, because she's sooooo sick.
12:00 Seth home from preschool. They play all afternoon. Typical day.
2:00PM Hot Toddy off to work the evening shift.
4-8PM No trouble with homework, dinner, violin, bath, vision therapy, bed.
Overall, great day.
9:30PM Checking in on them. Seth's head is at the foot of his bed. He's covered head to toe in vomit. He slept through the whole thing. He sleeps through me changing his clothes, his bedding.
10:00PM As I toss Seth's blankets into washing machine I have a thought.
Perhaps it was Seth's tummy Riley was feeling this morning?