Late-Night Tactical Ops

We're hoping Elliot is finally getting better after his weeklong bout with flu-like symptoms. I feel bad for the kid, but also, he's pretty much ruined all our bedding.

We're so scared he's going to throw up again that if I hear the least bit of coughing, I leap up, dash into his room and yank him out of bed immediately. Then at least he can only throw up on the floor.

It's like I'm in a highly trained Chilean death squad.

So far, the approach seems to be working. Or maybe Elliot is just so terrified that he forgets what he was doing.