How to leave for Indiana but not actually get there.
Last night Henry's crying woke Dave and I up around 2AM. I stumbled out of bed and into his room and discovered he'd thrown up. A lot. Everywhere. Dave and I madly scrambled to get new sheets on his mattress while also cleaning him up and getting him in new nightclothes. All of the activity suited Henry perfectly and he made several attempts to run downstairs and reconnect with his long-missed toys, the ones he hadn't played with in at least six hours. Sixty minutes (and one Henry and Mudge story) later he was deposited back into bed, smelling not quite rosy but certainly not as bad as he had when I first encountered him. He half-heartedly protest-fussed then drifted off to sleep. I looked at the clock, saw 3:something AM, thought about the long drive to Indiana, then fell asleep. Dave spent a while being annoyed with me because I'd fallen back to sleep so easily, then eventually he fell asleep too.
We woke up at 8:30. We'd told Megan and Adrian we'd be dropping Flash off with them at 8. At 10 we pulled up to their house and Dave explained why we were late, probably not going into as much detail as he was inclined to when describing the early morning scene. When he'd finished, Adrian said "At least he didn't throw up in the car." After leaving their house, we headed to McDonald's for our traditional road trip breakfasts. The total came out to $6.66. While Dave hyperventilated in the passenger seat, I asked the cashier if she could make it $6.67, because, you know, creepy. She looked at me like I had two heads. I heh-heh-heh'ed, paid her, then made a beeline for the pick-up window. An hour and a half later Henry spits up a little bit. Then thirty seconds later he throws up a gusher of curdled milk. I've never seen anything quite like it before in my life. I pulled into the breakdown lane and we mopped up as best we could, which would be not very well, then decided to turn around and go back home. The car stank to high heaven, Henry fell asleep, and I toyed with 80 all the way back to Lewisburg.
Henry's been fine the rest of the day. He didn't nap at all this afternoon other than the hour in the car. We've been giving him a bland diet of Pedialyte, Cheerio's, crackers, oatmeal, and banana, but I think we could've given him anything and he would have been all right. Also, he didn't have a fever. We're wondering if maybe something was up with the milk I gave him yesterday. It wasn't expired and it smelled good, but it's not the usual brand I buy and perhaps he had an allergic reaction to something in it. I have no idea.