You know how in boxing in between rounds they have those guys that squirt the water (or Gatoraide) in the competitor’s mouth.  And they have the other guy who gives the boxer a quick massage with a motivational speech.  I need a couple of those.  Only that squirt bottle needs to have espresso in it.

Last night, at Benjamin’s slumber party, Kyle started throwing up. And four-year olds just throw up right where they are….without warning.  I hustled him off to my bedroom and got him set up with the puke bucket and a Netflix video while Steve ran out for some Ginger Ale. The birthday party guests played some Wii games and then everyone settled down for bed.

But all through the wee hours, me, the toilet, the puke bucket and Clorox had another bonding experience.

And poor Kyle watched every Thomas the Tank Engine video on Netflix at least 3 times.

This scene is getting a little too familiar.