Caroline has the flu. The vomiting began around midnight last night and lasted until around ten this morning, when of course there was nothing left to throw up, and the poor kid was just heaving miserably.
But sometime around 1am as she was, as she calls it, "performing the technicolor yawn", and Calvin and I were hovering behind her, concerned. I was waiting with a towel to wipe her face and Calvin was holding her glass of water.
Looking back, maybe this attentiveness was a little much though, because this kid does not like to be coddled.
She turned around between heaves and said, "What is this? A spectator sport?".
All right. Point taken.