L went up to get N up this morning to earn a quarter. L came running back downstairs holding his nose and telling me N threw up in the middle of the night and there was no way he was going to touch him. I ran up, and sure enough N had thrown up, and spent the rest of the night rolling around in it. I bathed him, and now he's just laying on the living room floor letting his brothers pat his back.
Poor Baby.
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