Our grandson Joseph had the misfortune to have a stomach virus last weekend. On Sunday morning he still was throwing up. Our daughter-in-law Lauren said she was downstairs and could hear him in the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came downstairs.
“Mama, I have some good news and some bad news,” he told her in his typical earnest manner.
“Really?” Lauren said leerily. “What’s the good news?”
“The good news is that I threw up but I made it to the toilet.”
“That is good news,” she replied. “What’s the bad news?”
“The bad news is that I can’t find the remote,” he responded.
Here’s to hoping the two things aren’t connected.
Have a great weekend.