Tonight Boobah refused dinner but we got him to eat a bowl of cottage cheese, then he had some cake and ice cream for hubby's birthday. Around midnight, we heard the muffled noise of him crying and Wiggle talking to him. Then a minute later the door was snatched open and came the worried cry of, "MOMMMM! _(Boobah)_ THREW UP!"
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My tale of woe is behind a cut to spare the easily squicked )