Quinn woke up this morning at 6AM, crying up a storm. I went to check on him, and he had gotten sick from the seafood lasagna last night, vomiting all over his bed and the floor.
Then he got up to meet me at the door, covered in puke and all, wanting to be comforted. (I challenge anyone to not give your kid a hug when he desperately wants one, even if he does have barf on his jammies.)
So, it was early shower and bubble bath time. Now we might as well stay up, since his sheets are in the wash anyway.