Just at that moment, it happened. I puked. Now, remember, I still spit up after I eat, so regurgitating isn't a wholly uncommon experience for me. But this was a whole other animal. I was heaving and puking and I couldnt stop to save my life.
Mommy called Dr. Uncle Scotty and his best advice was for us to find someone to take care of the 3 of us, because he said we all had something called the "stomach flu".
Luckily, Mommy started feeling better by mid-afternoon and was able to take care of both me and Daddy. What a trooper that chick is!
