Two nights ago, Slim called out for me early in the evening after I thought I had him and the Lion down. Just as I was standing outside of his door, he stopped.
"Good," I thought.
So when the Cap'n walked into check on the boys before we went to sleep (a nightly ritual), imagine our surprise at finding Slim and his bed completely covered in puke.
Then yesterday and today, the Lion blew out four diapers, each time needing a bath.
Now the Cap'n and I are feeling the 24-hour bug.
Ugh. More when less is happening.