When we last left our hero, he had his hands full. Of puke.
Will our hero's daughter ever have a normal human digestion process ever again?
Will our hero's son please stop climbing that right now? And don't spill water. Don't spill water!
Ahh fuck it. Spill water.
Will someone come and take the aforementioned son off of our hero's hands for just like, an hour or 2 weeks?
The Chanukah miracle lasted eight days and was declared a holiday. It seems as though this stomach bug the Peanut has wants it's own holiday too.
Today, it broke.
Judah Macabee himself came down from Mount Olympus and put the kibosh on the virus.
Tomorrow, she goes back to school.
Today, as I predicted, I wailed on both kids in a dreidel session. I spun gimel, after gimel, after gimel.
Raked in I don't know how many Cherrios.
It got so bad the Peanut started cheating. Instead of spinning the dreidel by its stem, she'd pick it up in her fist, fix it so the gimel was showing, and drop it on the floor.
Her first attempt to cheat at gambling. I'm very proud. My little grifter.