Is It Dead?

It's been almost twenty-four hours since anyone threw up. I'm beginning to hope that all the prayer and Lysol killed whatever germs were still lurking around the house. But I can't shake the dread that I feel every time I take a bite or feed the girls, wondering if we'll be regretting dinner later tonight.

Jonah still won't eat, poor guy. This has been his first experience with sickness as a self-aware two-year-old. He keeps sleeping on the floor. This morning, he told me about his first bad dream. A bunny with a sword was being mean to his tummy.