Little E: A Lesson In Gravity
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This morning I was startled awake by screams. It was still dark so I wasn't sure which crying child was headed my direction. WHAT'S WRONG? WHAT HAPPENED? I yelled from my cozy bed. My tongue bathed in the remnants of last night's wine adventure. More cries. But this time my keen ear distinguished this to be Little E. I thought his streak of never vomiting had unfortunately come to an end. The only time Big E cried like this was when he vomited all over himself and his bed, which was awesome, by the way. I FELL OUT OF MY BED! IT HURT! Poor Little E. He dropped it like it was hot. Right out of his leathery Costco trundle bed. I pulled him into bed as I still hadn't garnered enough strength to get up. I'm not even sure if Mr. Yoy woke up for this. He quietly snored away next to me. I soothed Little E as I strained to catch the time. 6:30. He's up for the day. And with all the adrenaline pumping through my tired body from the sudden wak