Just in time

My brand new shiny washing machine arrived yesterday right on schedule. The delivery truck was barely out of my driveway before I had a load going. Timing is everything, I always say.

Jeffrey crawled into my bed this morning at 6 AM, intermittently moaning. I asked him what was wrong and he told me, "Nothin'"
But he changed his mind a moment later and, pointing to his right ear, he said, "This ear hurts."

Oh. That would certainly explain his obvious discomfort. Then he told me his stomach hurt, too and no, he didn't have to go to the bathroom. I gave him some Tylenol, a small sip of which he took, favoring the water he had asked for over Bubble Gum flavored Tylenol.

We laid there for a while and I rubbed his back and he took another sip of water and his ear hurt and his stomach hurt and I thought he even felt a little warm and that I would be calling the doctor's office as soon as his brothers got off to school and ---

A projectile shower in my face. Diluted vomit all over him and me and the bed.

"My ear doesn't hurt anymore. And my stomach doesn't, either."

Well that sure is good to hear. Perhaps we don't have to call the doctor after all.

Guess what's being laundered right now in my brand new shiny washing machine?