I don't know how many times I can have this conversation before my head explodes:
"Mom, I'm rewwy feeying better. Can I have something to eat?"
"No honey, you just threw up, you have to wait a while for your stomach to be all better."
"Mom, can I have some reguyar juice, not sick juice (Pedialyte)?"
"No, that will be too hard on your tummy today, maybe tomorrow."
"Okay Mom, can I have some more sick juice pyease?"
"Yes, I'll get you some."
I know, I know, it doesn't sound too bad. But imagine all of Harper's lines being said in a tired, whiny voice, and then repeat this exact same conversation every five to ten minutes for oh, (looks at watch) about six hours.
Stomach flu, begone from our home!