my spy kid

I don't know if the stomach virus decided to make a sudden and vicious return or if I might have gotten a touch of food poisoning from my lunch McBurger (it's happened before). At any rate, I was up every hour last night and this morning, explosively expelling my intestinal contents. I have since been writhing in pain and soreness from all the cramping. I spent my day in bed. David was off work today, so I had two sweet caretakers on duty.

Dennis spent his day playing outside and inside, busily conducting spy missions in all manner of situations. I saw him popping up at the foot of my bed, toy hoe in hand (he'd been gardening with David but needed a rifle for his mission and so repurposed it). I was given orders to contact him if there were any emergencies. Most of our conversations of the day began with "come in, Spy Mommy, do you copy?" and ended with "10-4, over and out!".

We both have souvenirs from our McLunch date yesterday. He got spy toys. I, apparently, got dysentery.