John was sick all day yesterday. Fever, aches, run down. He was a huge trooper, though, and came with us to the opening of the Wellstone Memorial. But he was up all night with a stomach ache and fever, certain he was going to throw up. I told him to go ahead and feel yucky, that he didn't have to go to school today, and he kept saying, "But I WANT to!"
Finally, around 7 this morning, he went into the bathroom and threw up several times. Since he hadn't eaten anything yesterday, it was all bile -- hard to get up and "it tastes like poison," he said. When he was done, he rinsed his mouth, sighed, looked around blearily and said, "NOW can I go to school?"