One of C's favorite words is "ut-oh." He says this any time something is out of place, broken, a cover up for something he did on purpose. Last Friday night we had a big "ut-oh" moment.
C and B woke up around 12:30am. I went in and got them both back to sleep. Within a few minutes they were both up again. So Albert and I both went in. C was standing in the middle of his bed and said, "ut-oh." Albert told him that is was OK and to lay back down, that's when he noticed something was wrong. C had thrown up all over his bed. We assured him that is was OK, got him in the bath, sheets changed, and in the wash all at 1 o'clock in the morning. The next day was spent lounging around. Daddy and C both took two naps. Daddy spent the night laying beside C's bed to make sure everything was OK and to keep him covered. Thankfully C never ran more than a low grade fever and was feeling better for church on Sunday.
Albert was definitely the hero that night/day!