You went to daycare Friday.
You crawled right up to a little boy and started playing, but Mommy and daddy were sad to leave you, and daddy spent hours writing down his thoughts and feelings about you in daycare.
In the early evening Saturday, you started vomiting. You vomited all night.
Mommy and daddy took turns holding you, while you tried to sleep, before you’d vomit some more.
Sunday morning, you woke up really early and had part of a bottle. A few hours later, you woke up and vomited again, all over daddy. You’ve spent nearly all day sleeping in your mommy’s arms, exhausted.
Before I could finish writing this and post it today, you vomited all over daddy again.
My thoughts and feelings about daycare are pretty obvious.