Smith and Lainey have been really sick this past week. I keep thinking they're getting better, especially when Smith asked for chocolate chip pancakes, French toast, and a hard boiled egg for breakfast this morning, but then he eats and he's sick all over again or falls asleep naked in his towel after taking a bath. Smith has a good friend who lives next door and they play nearly every day. Since Smith has been sick, I've been trying to keep Smith in and away from his buddy so that he doesn't catch it. Smitty does not understand this and begs and pleads all day long to go out and play, giving me thumbs up sign, meaning that his stomach has stopped churning. I tried to explain that if he gets his friend sick, then his friend won't be able to play either. And to that, Smith had this to say:
"Well, Mom, if I'm puking and Mason is puking, then we'll both be puking and we can both play together."
How do I explain that logic to Mason's Mom?
*ADDENDUM FROM DAD*
When I came home tonight, I asked Smith if he had puked today. Smith said, "No pukes Dad. Just puke-poops."
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