01/24/2011

At 6am this morning Zack ran into my room shouting, “Dad, I don’t feel very good!”

My response was sort of a mumble, since I had been fast asleep. I sat up in bed and asked what was wrong…

… whereupon he bent over and threw up all over the carpet.

Being the sensitive, caring dad that I am, I immediately started shouting at him to run into the bathroom, for crying out loud. He did his best, leaving a trail behind him, took a second to toss his cookies all over the bathroom rugs, and finally managed to maneuver above the toilet where he finished his work.

Ahh, the joys of parenthood. The dark stain on my carpet will remind me of this day for the next few years.