About 3:00 this morning my wife heard the sound that every parents dreads this time of year. I was only partially awake, but that changed quickly.  Our son was throwing up.  For the next 3 hours he received two baths, his sister (whom he shares a room with) received one and their bedding was changed at least twice.  The great thing is that I have a wonderful wife who understands that I will vomit myself when confronted with it from other sources.  So she was very good about cleaning it up and being on the front lines while I cowered in the other room offering assistance where I could. You would think that after being parents for this many years that we'd learn to not put a sick child in bed with another child.  The not sick child will be thrown up on every time. It was cute at around 4:30 my daughter kept calling for my wife, so I went in to check on her.  She wanted to tell me that her brother "didn't throw up on me".  I assured her that was good and went back to bed.