Stomach Virus, BEGONE!

I awoke this morning to a beautiful, sunny day. Ah, yes, the Christmas decorations are up, the kids spent the night at my parents' home, and we had a fantastic Saturday night at the Casting Crowns Christmas concert. Yes, life is good.
"Oh, good morning, husband. What? Luke is sick? Puking all night at Mom's house? Noooo!"

So, I showered, skipped church, schlepped on some jeans and decided to do without make-up. (Sorry, world.) I drove over to mom's house, a.k.a. Grandmama's Hospital, and found a very sick little man laying on the sofa.

Me: Good morning, Luke. I'm so sorry that you are sick.

Luke: I throwed up all night.

Me: I know. How do you feel now?

Luke: My head hurts, my tummy hurts, and my body hurts all over.

Me: Oh, baby. I'm sorry. Do you want something to drink?

Luke: Yes. And I counted to 1,119 one day at school.

Me: What?

Luke: I counted to 1,119 in my class, but I didn't do it out loud.

Me: When was this? Were you supposed to be working?

Luke: It was one day at kindergarten. I was counting and working at the same time.

That's my Luke.

Then he threw up two more times, one of which I was not so fortunate to be out of his area of aim expertise. Oops.

Everybody say a prayer that nobody (and I mean NOBODY) else gets this virus. Little man had a fever of 102.6 at 1:00 this afternoon. After the advil, his fever broke and he ate a flour tortilla. I am hopeful this was just a 24 hour thing that was limited to people who are mathematical geniuses with Jeff Foxworthy-worthy accents.