The night we arrived in Bend, Trey said he mouth hurt and his tummy hurt. This was not a good sign and I figured he was sick. Sure enough, we had a night of barfing and other things that occur down south. Trey was up most of the night and eventually fell asleep next to the toilet.
Trey enjoyed some time hanging out on the couch with uncle Robert.
Robert taught me the meaning of the word "Shart." If you would like the definition, let me know!
2 comments:
Poor Trey! Being sick is rotten :( And yes we know the being of the word 'shart' unfortunately :)
That makes me laugh! POor Trey.. a cute picture laying on the bathroom floor. So glad you can take advantage of ALL situations! Part of growing up.
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