Charles is home sick today. I was up late last night and took a shower around midnight. When I got out, Charles was kneeling in our bedroom, rocking back and forth wimpering. I asked him what was wrong and he told me “my bed is messy”. What he meant by this was that he had puked all over it (and the floor, and himself for the sake of thoroughness). Mom cleaned up the bed while I cleaned up Charles. After a bath, Charles told me his tummy was feeling better but as soon as I got him back in his room he puked again, although this time he tried to catch it in his hand to avoid making more of a mess.
We eventually got everything clean and Mom sat up with him for a bit, until he was feeling well enough to go back to bed. Charles’ primary comment on the whole business was “I not go to school tomorrow”.
So this morning, Charles is laying on the couch recuperating and he sees me walk by with a cup of coffee.
Charles: You be careful with that.
Dad: Yes, I’ll be careful.
Charles: Otherwise you might break it. [small voice] I always careful. I not break stuff.
Dad: Oh, and I’m not holding it right. I need to get the pinkie out.
Charles: Pinkie out?
Dad: Yes, when you hold a cup of coffee, you need to have your pinkie out like this. It’s the rule.
Charles: [dismissively] I never see The Wiggles do that.