Murphy's Law states that you must get sick in the middle of the night while on vacation. This time, the offender was the croup virus. A perfect excuse for more ice cream.
On the bright side, it was better to wake up in my cubby bed with a scary barking cough than to wake up puking pizza, which is my signature vacation move.
It was a fun room, and made me feel like a big girl. Mom and Dad even let me stay up late until 9:00pm and sleep like a teenager until 8:00am!
I've had croupy bugs before, so I breezed right through it. But poor Ryan took a little bit longer to snap back. Mom was happy to give a little extra TLC, especially since she was his favorite pillow.
He usually crashed at night before the feeding frenzy.
If there is one takeaway from this trip, it's that ice cream is the only real food.
And maybe doughnuts...
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