Not for the Squeamish

I was on the computer this morning when Andrew woke up and came in to talk to me. I looked up and saw him standing there covered in vomit! Literally, hair to toe.

Before I could say anything, he said very casually, "Mommy? I noticed my room doesn't smell very good and there's some sort of stuff on my pillow and bed."

Holy cow kid!!! I got him in the shower and went to his room and it looked like a scene from the exorcist. How on earth did he not know he threw up? And Ryan didn't hear him either!

And not to be even more gross, but from the looks of things, it had happened early in the night and been slept on for a while.

Talk about a deep sleeper.