Recently I’ve had the misfortune to have crossed paths with a vomiting bug passed on from the little one’s nursery.
Now for us big strong grown-ups it’s a difficult enough ordeal, bit for a 4 year old it’s pretty darn upsetting when you don’t really know what’s going on.
I wrote a limerick to commemorate the passing of the bug. And I hope not to see its like again.
A vomiting bug is no fun when you’re small,
And the consequences are not pretty at all.
The poor little mites,
Are riddled with the shites,
And there’s rivers of puke that run through the hall.