love sicky

so sophie has these water crayons for the bathtub, but scott and i decided that she was too young for them and therefore have taken them over for writing love notes in the shower to each other. this morning i received the following... "you are so very kind, thank you. love sicky" i wanted to reply, you are so very sicky, i am not thankful. love kind. last night scott was up all night long while he rid his body of any possible item in it. i honestly have never seen or heard anyone so sick...i felt helpless. i stood and rubbed his back at times and tried my best not to gag. i offered him a cold towel for his head. but i really have no clue as to what to do in such circumstances. if it were mom werdal, she would make jello and give ginger ale. if it were mom farrell, she would make some toast with nothing on it and give ginger ale. me...i don't know what i do yet. the best part... last night after he finished a bit he stood up to brush his teeth and i noticed him looking at his profile in the mirror. there is no way i thought...but i asked anyway, "dude are you really checking yourself out to see if you are losing weight?" a small smile crept across his pale, clammy face. i guess that's one thing it is good for.