The Digital Dad

My 3-yr-old is sick. I hate it when he gets sick.

It started yesterday when I picked him up from school. When I arrived he was kind of sleepy and lethargic. He stood up from his chair and started crying. Daddy does not like for his little man to cry… makes me cry. So he’s standing there crying and Daddy bends down to give him a hug. (Not sure if you know this, New England Journal of Medicine confirms: Hugs make it all better.) And that’s when it all went wrong.

I’m not sure exactly how many times he threw up. I was busy performing my best Spider-Man impression in a contorted effort to clear the blast radius. (There are a LOT of yuckies this daddy handles and handles well. Puke is not one of them.)

So he’s standing there in tears and I’m prancing about like Brittney Spears off her meds when I suddenly remember that it’s not 1592 and if I get sick on my clothes I can just wash them. So I kneel down (In vomit. Yes, I am the best father in the world. Thanks for noticing.) and scoop up the little sickly for to give him all-better hugs.
He spiked a temp (that’s hospital talk, Dr. Carter) in the night but a little children’s Tylenol brought him around. It’s a great thing Mommy is off today and can take care of the little prince. Here’s praying for a quick recovery. Nobody likes to see little kids sick, no matter how precious it can be.
(Related note: Anyone know how to get vomit off of a leather shoe?)