Check, please.

It never fails. Dylan only gets sick at night. There are never any tell-tale symptoms prior to bedtime that he is feeling ill in the least. The only warning I ever get is the quickening of footsteps just before he throws up on my bedroom floor. Every single time. Last night was no exception. I guess I should be happy that he stops at my doorway.

Jordan, on the other hand, gets sick only during the daytime. He'll wake up in his normal screaming-like-a-wild-banshee-set-on-fire way, and just when I've sat down to watch the news with my cup of coffee, he will stop what he's doing, run over to my side, and promptly puke in my lap.

This is exactly what happened today.

At least they chose a good day to be sick. I didn't have too much going on that couldn't be rescheduled, and the weather was crap, so we didn't miss any good outside play.