10-yard dash

Gamma is ill with some sort of strep infection. Everything hurts. High fever. The doctor said to expect her to vomit. Pathetic little thing.

She woke up at 4 this morning, thirsty. Drank a lot of water. Went to the toilet. Went back into our big bed. I went to the toilet. Heard her drinking more water, then: the groan. She jumped out of bed, dropping the bottle of water, and in an amazing burst of energy for a sick little girl, sprinted to the toilet as fast as her short little legs would carry her.

And she made it!


“Alright Gamma! Gold medal!”
“But I dropped the bottle.”
“That’s okay, it was plastic. And you even got the lid back on first!”
“But it rolled under the bed.”
“Don’t worry about it.”

4 responses to “10-yard dash

  1. I was infamous in my family for never ever making it to the toilet in time.

    My poor parents (I think they took turns cleaning up after me).

  2. Vex

    Get well soon, Gamma!! Being sick sucks…

  3. Mig

    It’s a horrible feeling for the kid too, I feel sorrier for them than for myself, cleaning it up.

  4. kd

    the making it to the toilet is a matter of much cheering around here. that is such a sign of growing up, making it all that way.