Hork

Ian was gassy this morning. He burped a lot, and had a lot of rumbling in his gut. So when he burped repeatedly at the breakfast table, I didn’t pay much attention. He’s a clumsy eater, so when I saw spilled milk all over his seat, I didn’t pay much attention.

When I actually did pay attention, I realized that Ian didn’t spill his milk, he threw it up. He threw it up all over his place mat, his chair, and his clothes.

I changed his clothes and sent him back to his room to lie down. While I cleaned up, I let Ian rest. When I heard rustling from his room a minute later, I knew I should check promptly, but didn’t want to.

I wound back to his room a minute later to check on some odd noises, and saw that he had thrown up the rest of his breakfast. At least he was thoughtful enough to wander into the hall before throwing up, sparing me the task of changing all his bedding.