...well not really. But I do have a stomach bug, graciously given to me by my oldest son (who knows sharing is the nice thing to do).
I'll be back tomorrow, but in the meantime I'll let you ponder this thought: When your child gets sick in the living room, what is it about men that makes them look at the situation and think: 'Oh no! What needs to be cleaned off first? The boy... or the remote control?'
Want to venture a guess as to which one got rescued first? :)