The school holidays begin here! And to be honest they haven't got off to the best of starts.
The school rang at lunchtime to say that Kai was a bit flippy floppy and by the time Ulrika had dashed there to pick him up, there were noxious fluids spurting out at both ends. We do so love being parents!
I couldn't pick him up myself. Too busy tucking into an enormous, delicious curry with Watson. A working lunch! Tough job but it had to be done!
Later in the day Kai and I were indulging in some father-son bonding enjoying the Robyn concert programmeon the box. (Rather good. It brought back memories of seeing her in the Arena Tent at Roskilde.) Suddenly he's up heading for the bathroom. And ...he doesn't make it. Every step he takes there's a fresh little puddle of vomit. A delightful evening!
And you will know him by the trail of puke!
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