Monday, February 26, 2007

Midnight Rambler


Sammy, coming to our bed close to midnight last night, sidles up to Pete's side (thank you!) and says, "I can't stop puking."


Climbing out of bed, Pete says, "Oh, sweetie."


Sammy starts to climb into his side of the bed.


"Hold it," I say.


We all walk bleary-eyed to her bedroom. She's right. She couldn't stop puking.


She has this slide bed we were given when she was about 3. We beg her to give it up. It's so big. It's so unwieldy. It's so difficult for mothers to climb up onto to talk at daughters' bed time.


And imagine what it's like when you throw up on the top and slide down to get out of bed. Just imagine.

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