“Look, if you were nauseous and vomiting, I’d put a garbage pail next to you and help you clean up and that wouldn’t be embarrassing. Would it?”
“No, not really.”
“You’re problems at the other end and you’re to big for a potty chair in the living room, so this is the best solution. There is nothing to be embarrasses about.”
“I guess not,” he grinned.
“Now, duty calls, back to Call of Duty.”
He rolled his eyes, picked up his controller and slide down onto the floor so that his back was against the couch. Then I said, “Ooh, hang on a minute. Hydration.” I got up and zipped into the the fridge and came back with another bottle of Pedialyte for him. “Drink up, my man,” I said.
