5 is a lie... I know being tired of vomit when I see it.

I hope he gets well soon!

Sarah

I vote #5 (I can almost smell all the cool points I'll earn because of my correct guess).

Poor Omar & family.com
Hope you'll all feel vomitless soon :)

Hmmm, and I thought that only the ziehl house was having an awesome last two days.

I at least got my foot out of the way in time.

Are you guys systematically working through every known virus in the Medical Dictionary?

It's 3am and I'm sorry to say that I'm in the vomit club. :-( I know they teach them to share at daycare, but this is too much. *yawn*

somehow i don't see omar as much of a laundry guy. H and i vote for #4.

I think you're fancy, Omar. We say 'BARF, GACK, PUKE, and BARF-O-RAMA,' at the Infidel home. Vomit is so much more refined.

My secret to surviving sick kids involve quarantining them to places in the house with easy to clean surface floors. And giving them a big black cauldron that we used to use to pass out Halloween candy, so they have a nice place to barf into. Does that help at all?

I'm going with #5 cause I am SMART!

Well, I cheated and looked at everyone else's answer. So, I'm gonna go with... #5.
What'd I win?
Oh- and happy 6th anniversary!

Hmmm, Omar doing laundry is quite a stretch dontcha think?

I also call shenanigans on the laundry. That's so far outside the realm of possibility that the mere thought of it is laughable. Out loud laughable. Laundry... you really did make this one easy.

This post is both INCREDIBLY easy to comment on as well as INCREDIBLY hard.

So I'm not even gonna try.

Hope the vomit has stopped flowing. So to speak.

I always thought laundry would be a fun way to spend a weekend. Lucky you!

i've said it before (very recently), and i'll say it again - puking is natural, just go with it.

Oh no. I'm starting to doubt my answer.
C'mon Omar! I'm dying here.

Your foot? Oh, come on! After all the stories you've regaled us about that magnificent child of yours, I would't deign to think so lowly of his aspirations. Especially when it comes to all things vomit-related.

So, I'm gonna go with A, because if I know The Boy (and I think I do), it was your face/torso he graced with last night's dinner, or it was bust.

OMG, he's here in Scotland. No wonder that freaking poster looked so familiar.

The vole is conquering the world! And he's got the Scots on his side. Shock and horror, Omar! SHOCK AND HORROR!

He's lucky it was only his foot. My son vomited on my shoulder, down my back and legs, and in my hair. Oh, and he got my foot too. And the floor, walls, stairway, rug, and the cat's toy. This they don't warn you about in the child manuals.

You've got Kristi AND Jon commenting on your blog about vomit!

We haven't been blessed with the pukies in a while. But we've been blessed before. Such a great time - especially when they pass it on to you. At Thanksgiving. While you're staying at a relatives house and said child refuses to sleep in the pack-n-play next to your bed while I sprint to the bathroom for the 12th time that night.

Look, everyone knows Cadiz can afford to lose 100 points, but I'm barely making do. You can expect a formal letter of protest in the mail some time within the next five years.

Yesssssssssssssssssss!!!!

YAY!!!!