Let me take a moment and tell you about my awesome parenting skills.
The dreaded stomach flu entered our house yesterday and Layla was the first victim. Poor chica couldn’t even keep water down. And the saddest thing about a little kid having the flu is that pleading face they make while they’re getting sick. It’s the, "Why is this happening to me? Please make it stop!" face.

Lily, meanwhile, doesn’t totally understand why she isn’t allowed to touch or hug or be in a 10 foot radius of Layla. I explained "germs" but then Lily put her hand over her mouth and didn’t want to breath for fear of getting sick. Smart. And also not smart.
There was, however, a sweet moment when Lily asked if she could rub Layla’s back. I calculated and it had been about 15 minutes since the last time Layla ate or drank. With this particular flu, it’s best to stay out of the splash zone for 10-15 minutes. "Of course!" I said. Lily walked over and sweetly rubbed Layla’s back. "I’m so sorry you’re sick," she said. Layla turned around, looked her in the face, and barfed. Yeah. For real. Lily was stunned because Layla literally barfed on her face. Layla was stunned because she barfed...again. I was stunned because, I mean, seriously?? They both looked at me. We all sat there for, like, 30 seconds, just staring at each other. I’m sure they were waiting for me to do something mommy-ish. Spoiler alert...I didn’t. I started laughing. With so much barf, you have to find hilarity somewhere. The girls, however, did not. Lily started crying and saying, "It’s not funny, mommy." You’re right, Lily. It isn’t. Except that it kind of is. Layla stared crying because barfing is the actual worst. And I finally got it together and did some actual parenting.
And now you should anxiously await my next post when I’m sure Lily will also have the flu...because her face for barfed on. So...chances are pretty good.