Mom knows…

My dear 9 year old — believe me when I tell you that eating a taco is not a good idea 30 minutes after you vomit. Believe me at the time that I tell you, not 9 hours later when you again vomit, in my bed, on my comforter, in the middle of the night. Although it was awfully nice to hear “you were right mom, I’m glad I didn’t eat a taco.” Me too Emma, me too. Now rub some Digize on your belly and get back to sleep. (As I switch bedding around and smile at your sweetness).

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