This cute little Scooty-tots has a new talent! It’s called…
… Sympathy retching!!
He invented it a couple days ago.
After one of my bouts of retching and trying not to vomit, Sir Scooters calmly stood there and then placed his hand over his mouth.
And began to retch horribly.
It was awful. And incredibly and poignantly hilarious.
Then tonight at dinner, he saw me put my hand on my chest.
The first sign that I will soon be retching.
But before I even started, he beat me to it!!
With Scooter-style gusto and an amazingly red face!
And now, I am no longer the only one retching at my house.
Thank you, little Scooters! What a sweet, humorous heart you have!!