Saturday, August 31, 2013

Little E: A Lesson In Gravity

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 wake-up call, I'm up, too.  I might head down to our street and flip some parked cars over.  For fun.

Who's with me?


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