Gross but funny, the Johnson Way

Last night Simon had a stomach ache. He was “really, really hungry” at dinner. So I let him have the 2nd and 3rd tacos. How was I to know? He is a growing boy and he’s been sick with not much appetite lately. I figured he had depleted his stores and needed to stock up again. Then he came back for mint ice cream pie. Fifteen minutes later the runs to the bathroom began. And then he curled up on the couch moaning about his stomach – poor little guy. He ended up on the toilet and then the dreaded “Mom – I think I need to puke.” 

And he did.

As he was sitting there breathing heavily into the bucket, I was having horrible visions of the days to come. Surely Miriam would get this too, the stomach flu spreads like wildfire on a dry windy day. We were already struggling with a cough and runny nose, I just couldn’t do this too. 

Then Simon pipes up in completely normal voice. “Hey Mom, I smell mint!”

Weirdo.

The stomach pain gone, he was his chipper old self. The visions of horror faded into the haze of Vicks vapor rub.