My daughter’s been fighting what her doctor calls a stomach virus for about 5-6 days. It’s turned my sweet one-year old into an ominous volcano. The child that’s normally sweet baby talks has been transformed into a constant reminder of impending doom.
Her stomach gurgles. Next it rumbles. Then it tumbles. Sometimes she burps. Each of these incidents by themselves would be innocent enough. Together, they’re a sign the volcano could blow any moment, spewing vile material all over those standing in the vicinity. She is something to be feared.
It made for an interesting Thanksgiving. There were no eruptions today. We can only hope that the same can be said after tomorrow.
