So its Monday morning... I wake with a sore throat heralding my infection with the angel's nasty little cold from last week. I hear her cry for me from her cot, rouse myself from a deep and abiding urge to stay asleep, and totter into her room mumbling an approximation of a good morning greeting...
Her response? A warm sticky stream of projectile vomit in my face.
Ah the joys...
I guess we are not going to day care/work today.
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