It was about midnight on Christmas Eve, Santa had visited our home. The cookies were eaten, the doors to the fireplace had been left open. All was quiet on the Poliandro front... until my son came into our room and said the title of this blog. Actually, it went more like this... I don't feel well, I'm going to... as he ran for the bathroom. He just about made it. I stress just about, had he made it all the way there would have been nothing to clean up. So I did the right thing, I helped him change his pajamas, did a load of wash and cleaned up the mess. All while holding my nose, so I wouldn't puke myself. Dawn and the girls were able to sleep through the whole thing. Hopefully Henry will wake up feeling great. Christmas is the best day of the year! No little kid should have to sit in bed all day. It's now early on Christmas morning, I need to get back to bed but I can't. I hope this doesn't happen to you. Merry Christmas!