attack of the christmas bug
Staying home with Daphne for the past two days afforded us the opportunity to do lots of fun stuff, like ice skating and playing pretend piano to Bizet. But the funnest part of all was last night’s appearance of the wonderful, the magical, the Festive Christmas Stomach Bug.
If you have a toddler, or can acquire one, I recommend it heartily. Who wouldn’t want their holiday season to be filled with such moments of Christmas cheer as the following:
- vomit on the couch, carpet, blankets, and clothes!
- liquid poo on the cloth-and-foamcore chair!
- a pervasive, gagging smell, of the kind that makes you wish you could just die, since brimstone has got to smell better than this, right?!
- sleep deprivation!
Holly gets to stay home with Daphne today (lucky!) and is crossing her fingers that the Festive Christmas Stomach Bug puts off the start of today’s festivities until I get home, clutching the traditional Holiday Box of Children’s Pepto and a big bottle of Yuletide Pedialyte.
And a happy holidays to you, too!