the pukes

the pukes are the worst.  little leah got so sick with them  one day last week.  and i thought we were in the clear until i got a call from the school this afternoon telling me that grady had been puked on and could i please come get him?  gross!! so i did, but funny thing was, he looked super pale. and when i asked him who it was that threw up on him he said he didn't know his name.  and then when i told him to get in the shower and wash his hair twice, (yep it was in his hair) he barely made it upstairs in time before i heard him getting sick in the toilet.  thing was, today was his first soccer practice.  and he didn't want to miss it.  he's been looking forward to this day for 6 weeks.  poor boy. then he told me that "his friend" told him that sometimes when you don't want to throw up and try to hold it in your mouth with your hands that it kinda explodes and can even get in your hair..... so gross, so sad, so bad of him to lie about it! so as i'm sitting down here with him asleep on the couch with the biggest bowl we own next to him on the floor, he started talking in his sleep.  and he was sleep talking/praying, "thank you that we can be safe, thank you that we can have a good day...mumble mumble, amen".  then he opened his eyes and smiled at me and took a sip from his water bottle that he tied a yellow balloon to so that he'd be able to find it easy, rolled over and went back to sleep.  oh i love him so much.