Holy Chunks Batman, I Poisoned My Nephew

So, double crossing your fingers may not have the effect I was looking for. Monday night I was walking around with Daisy saying goodnight to the girls. I heard Ivory make some noise from her room so I walked in to check on her. As I entered the room, she stood up by the rails and I walked closer to see what she needed. A little too close maybe, since I had to jump away to avoid the fountain of vomit that proceeded forth. Poor little thing, you could practically see the whole grapes coming back up from dinner. I let out a shriek and yelled, "Tyler come quick, Ivory just hurled all over the place." From the other room I heard June say, "What is hurl?" It is her new favorite word for throwing up because the next morning when Tim and G'ma came over she kept telling them that Ivory 'hurled' all over her bed. Like the other girls, Ivory got over it quickly and by the morning she was herself again.

Now, let's rewind to Monday afternoon. My mother and nephew came over that morning and they are staying for a week (in a hotel) to help out. We originally thought we would have Daisy late which is why they planned for this week, but it all worked out in the end. I feel great and I don't need as much help, so my mom can relax a little and we can both cook and clean as we need to. My mother was kind enough to do the shopping on Monday, and I had most of the kids as lunch time rolled around. Tim especially was getting hungry and I had plenty of leftovers on hand...

*This is where I need to put my disclaimer. Although all of us had been sick (except Ivory at the time) and it seemed to be food related, I still wasn't positive that it was food that was brought in. And plus, I hate to waste stuff. So...

I fed Tim some of the leftovers. I won't disclose which ones because I don't want neighbors to feel badly. I promise that I don't blame anyone for our bout with the porcelain. I never would have fed him bad food on purpose (and I myself ate some of the leftovers--just not the same ones). I might have given him something else but we were short on groceries and my mom wasn't back yet. Can you see that I am really trying to justify my position here?

I'm sure the end of this story is painfully clear. I got a call bright and early this morning from the hotel. Tim was throwing up! There is no one to blame but littl' ol' me. I officially poisoned my nephew.

I threw out all the leftovers this morning. Or should I save some for mom?