We made our way to see Dr. A today after Lukie threw up so long that he started to dry heave.
She confirmed what I suspected. They have the stomach flu. She assures me that we are in the final days of the upchucking and are headed toward the days of diarrhea.
If you don't hear from me for a few days, just know it is because God is playing the biggest pratical joke of his career on me and my family.
Dear God, a break would be nice. Would you like some suggestions for people to turn your attention to?
Wait. I take that back. I'm not that mean. Sigh.