Tater Tots Anyone?

Okay, if this doesn't break your heart - you don't have one. My poor Little Prince woke up at 5am this morning with a poopy tummy. It happened again at 6:30am and again at 8am-ish. After a trip to the pharmacy, some gravol, gingerale, and saltines, we accomplished this:

Beautiful slumber. Body fighting virus. Potato family sacrificing their home for the benefit of my child. My heart is so full.

He's feeling much better now and has managed to avoid actually having to use the bucket. Gingerale and saltines are staying put (thankfully) and the Little Prince is getting his colour back and playing xBox 360. Success!

* no potato heads were harmed in the making of this blog