...Noah's short attention span even extends into, and includes, his commitment to the stomach flu.
It started at 3pm. Three impressive puke sessions later, at 7pm it ended. He is back to his fiesty, pre-flu self. Pastor Rony heard Noah was sick and came to pray for him, literally thirty minues later Noah was fine.
Thanks God!
In other news, after about an hour of scrubbing my hands in and OCD type-fashion and blowing my nose and trying to figure out why I could not get that stench out of my nose, I looked on the right shoulder of shirt number two and realized I had dried up hot-dog love on my "clean" shirt. I did not realize he had gotten me a second time around. Problem solved.
