Our family is now on day six of the stomach virus. Laurel is recouping, but unfortunately Ian has it. Starting 3 a.m. this morning, he has been sick, sick, sick. He's starting out worse than Laurel. Maybe he'll get it through his system faster than Laurel.
A quick anecdote for the sick fellow:
Ian and I make a quick run to the store. We buy only two things: milk and rice cereal for Laurel. He's happy as a lark, especially since he gets to hold Laurel's cereal as we walk to the back of the store to get the milk.
We get to the checkout line and he plops the cereal in front of the cashier. She smiles, and Ian chirps, "Hello, hello, hello," and frantically waves.
After we pay for our purchases, Ian insists, "Mommy, I hold the receipt."
"Ok, buddy, here you go."
He happily waves it in the air as we head out to the car. Once he's buckled in his car seat, I decide to test his memory.
"Ian, what did we get at the store?"
"A receipt, Mommy!"