This morning I set out breakfast for the three boys and Primo said he wasn’t feeling well and that he had something in his throat. I am not sure what this means but I asked if his throat was sore or hurt when he talked and he said it didn’t. He ate very little and asked to get up and I was a bit short with him telling him that we weren’t having a snack later and that our next food would be at lunch asking if he was sure he was done eating. He was. I emptied his eggs and cereal into the other two boy’s plates and cleaned up his spot. Late in the hallway he said he had something in his throat and then started to cry and then threw up on me as I was getting down to have a look. I got him into the bathroom to finish up and after a couple good heaves he said “There isn’t anything in my throat anymore!” and was pretty happy for a kid that just tossed.
I cleaned up myself and the hallway carpet and tossed all the clothes, towels, and rugs into the laundry basket and got the little man cleaned up. He was immediately better and wanted to go outside and that has held up though out the day. I had the same type of thing on Sunday but I wasn’t immediately better like Primo. He seems to be made of tougher cloth than I am.