Monday, February 13, 2012
Dalten, the lovely little boy that DJ and I watch(well its DJ's job since he needs car insurance $ but I'm there for moral support) was not feeling up to par. I'm not even going to bring up the fact that a parent should ask before dropping their kid off and check to see if you are willing to watch a sick kid. At least, let DJ watch him at their house. But I'm getting off track. Anyways, poor little Dalten was cuddling me because he didn't feel good.*God I miss that. Not a sick kid but snuggling with a little one.* He turned to me and said, "I'm going to srow up." I leaned him forward and then noticed that he was about to puke on the dog. Dear Lord. I lovingly shoved the dog as hard as I could from a sitting/trying to get Dalten off the couch/direct his head position. That old girl is quicker than she looks(the dog not me). DJ ran for paper towels and Den ran for a bucket. I applaud them for trying but they failed miserable. Dalten puked all over the floor and both of our feet. Oh Joy! He had one glorious finale in the bucket and then we went in the bathroom to clean up. Den and DJ went to work on the carpet because that wasn't as scary as the child.
When I was sure Dalten was done, I let him loose and he ran up to DJ. He started crying really hard and had big old tears running down his face. He said to DJ,"I want my daddy." DJ bent over and rubbed his back a bit. I was surprised to see how much it bothered DJ to see him that upset. Then DJ said, "I know buddy." I was just so shocked. He might have a soul. But then DJ said, "Kid you desperately need a tic-tac." Well almost a soul.
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