That's a nick name my uncle Eric came up with for Tobin. Tobin pukes a lot. He has asthma and anytime he gets a virus it will include lots and lots of puking. But last night when he kept asking me to feel his tummy and then running to the toilet . . . I knew he had the flu. I am just getting over a wreched cold so now I am bracing myself for our next family adventure. So far the twins haven't been sick (other than some runny noses) So I am truly thankful for that. It seems that we've had one thing or another in our house since Tobin started pre-school. The plus side is that Mr. Puke bucket has had lots of practice knowing when he is going to puke and getting to the toilet in time. Although the pile of baking soda on my mattress is a sad reminder that his skills are not perfected.
As a special treat for those of you who suffered though my woes of pukedum. . . I give you my talented cousin Bradley Sample. www.bradleysample.com Check him out and remember his name he will be a superstar one day.
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Poor Mr. Puke bucket.
Give him loves for me.
Poor little guy :( I hope he feels better soon. And on a purely selfish note, I hope that no one else gets the flu either in your household or on the Mexico trip or by way of association-in my household!
Oh! I hope Tobin is feeling better soon. We have yet to experience puking in our household from Syderini. Daisy the Wonderdog, however, is a pro at it. If only I could train her to run to the toilet...
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