James redux
James is sick today, and it doesn't have anything to do with yesterday's cookie pilferage. He went to the dentist for the first time, and Bonnie stopped at the drug store on the way home to pick up a few items. James, as per usual, demanded a tribute of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (his favorite candy), then changed his mind and said he didn't want chocolate.
This was the first clue that he wasn't feeling well. James ALWAYS wants chocolate. He opted for a Ring Pop instead, but didn't eat it. On the way to the van, James promptly vomited all over himself. And Bonnie.
He's been lying down on the couch for most of the day, napping and watching TV. Bonnie stepped out to the hairdresser's, so I'm sitting with him. James is watching one of his favorite tames, called "Toy Trains, Big Trains." It's basically just a jumble of footage from model railroad train sets spliced with videos of real trains hauling passengers and freight. He tells me he loves it because of the trains in it. Which seems to be a fitting reason.
There's a stomach flu that hit the neighbor's kids, so I'm not surprised James caught it. I hope I stay away from it long enough to get on my flight Monday...