So, I'm ill again. The most probable culprit is Milo, now aged 16 months. He was a bit sick for a day or two last week, then made a quick recovery. Since then, both his parents, three of his grandparents, his great uncle, his aunt (me) and his grandparents' lovely neighbours have all come down with it. Cue much vomiting in and around London (although I escaped the actual chundering this time and just felt like it was about to happen all day). The boy brought down at least nine adults.
Milo has a special skill for this. My sister described him today as a "crawling biological weapon". You spend an hour or two with him speeding around your ankles on a mission, occasionally looking up to adorably try one of his new words ("brush" is my personal favourite) and to point at something meaningfully before abruptly losing interest. The following day you're doing what my dad referred to as a "yodel royale", retching up some of your internal organs into the nearest bin. It's sweet really. In a way. Bless him.
Monday, 13 July 2009
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3 readers just couldn't let me have the last word:
'Yodel Royale'. Ha! Your dad just gets cooler and cooler.
You have such a way with words
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