Amy = Tonstant Weader

[pne]

Last night, we went to Parent's Evening(?) at Amy's kindergarten. They had little bowls of biscuits for parents to snack on.

Amy was also there, as Stella and I both attended, and she had quite a few of the biscuits.

This morning, she said she wasn't hungry; I thought it was because she was tired due to the late evening last night. So I offered to have her sit on my lap and cuddle with me a bit while I ate breakfast, and she accepted.

Stella said Amy had closed her eyes and looked as if she were starting to fall asleep.

When, without warning, she threw up all over herself, my trowsers, my sleeve, the chair cushion, and the floor.

No idea why, though "too many biscuits" was one suspect. At any rate, we got her undressed and cleaned up and Stella let her stay at home for the day. And I got changed and went to work by myself.

Comments

[missysedai.livejournal.com]

Aw, poor Amy! I hope she's feeling better.

[pne.livejournal.com]

When I talked to Stella an hour or so ago, just after lunchtime, Amy had a fever and was sleeping in the living room.

But I also hope that she'll feel better soon.

[ifeedformula.livejournal.com]

And by biscuits, I have to remind myself that you dang furriners mean "cookies". Not biscuits like I'd have for breakfast with sausage gravy and coffee. ;)

[pne.livejournal.com]

Quite so!

[dampscribbler.livejournal.com]

Oh, dear.

I heard at our daycare this morning (I don't know how many thousand miles from you, but several) that the stomach things are making the rounds.

And, yeah, I spotted the reference, although I thought maybe you were going to write about Winnie the Pooh.