The Bug

Yali caught it in the night : the Stomach Bug of ’17. His mood wasn’t too effected though. After awhile, he needed a tissue for his nose, so I handed him a square of TP.

He pointed to the square shape. “Like Spongebob Squarepants!”

After about an hour, he stood up. “I go play!” he suggested.

When I convinced him that it was still the middle of the night and time to sleep, he heard Crackers scratching around in her food bowl. He leaned out of his doorway. “Crackers, you a good cat!” He waved wildly at her.

As the late hours of the night wore on, I explained the reason his body was reacting the way it was. After awhile, he seemed to understand.

“Mama. My stomach says – AAAAH! All you germs get out of here! They say – AAAAH! Wait for MEEE!!!!”

Then he began using the trash can as a race car steering wheel until I convinced him to lie down and get some shut-eye, which eventually he did.

At dawn, he immediately asked for a yogurt.

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