On our way home from the park, Matthew started complaining about his stomach. After we had been home for a while, James threw up all over Tim. Two minutes later, Matthew was throwing up all over my bathroom floor. I chalk it up to mother's intuition in getting him into the bathroom on time. While I was cleaning him up a bit in the sink, he said, "I can't believe I did that! I throwed up, Mom." Then I decided to start a bath for him. Nobody wants to go to sleep stinky. James heard the tub start, and wanted to take a bath, too. Tim brought him into the bathroom, and James immediately "throwed his bones" (to quote my cousin McKell). Now they are both asleep, and the house is disinfected. Ah, what a delightful way to end FHE.