As I was dozing off last night, I heard Samuel crying. I half expected it - he went to bed early, which is very unlike him, and acted like he didn't feel great. He threw up in his bed. Thankfully, he didn't get any on Sally. She slept through the whole thing. So I carried her into my bed, cleaned up Samuel and got him in clean jammies, set him up on the couch with a cracker and some water, and then cleaned up his bed. Thank God for plastic fitted sheets, Clorox wipes, and Lysol.
He seems better this morning. Another small blessing.