Sick Poo

Aww shit. Literally. I think we have a sick kid.

Not so bad that the carpet is stained or anything, but sick enough to warrant day-long fussing, lack of appetite, and disposable diapers. I changed the nastiest diapy of my life yesterday morning. And then this morning woke to my crying child in an array of diarrhea stained bedding. Poor thing. Being sick stinks. Literally. And shitting yourself is the worst. Seriously. I would know.