The last of the plague

Poor G woke up tossin' cookies this morning. :( Hoping he is the last of this nasty plague, and it doesn't do a second go-round. He woke up coming into our room telling "Eddie" his tummy was hurting. Of course Daddy said to go lay down in his room and sip on some water, that he had to get himself. About 10-15 minutes later he came in telling Eddie he needed his help because he threw up on the floor and need help cleaning it up. Dads!!! He woke up asking why he threw up on the floor, and why he didn't go to the bathroom or get a bucket. I mean Hello! The kid is only 7! Well Luckily momma was feeling better and got up and went to the rescue. I got the floor cleaned up and got him some crackers. Daddy helped too. :) Daddy got  a bucket of water, for furture tossings. He is resting up in his bed. Poor little man. :(