Rivers of Cafe Rio

I have to write this one down while the smell is still wafting through the air. I had just gone to sleep and was somewhere between that state of sort of asleep and really asleep. Holly was still awake feeding Mark. I remember sensing that there was another child in the room. There was a conversation going on but I couldn't make out what was being said until I heard, "Run to the toilet!"

This brought me a little closer to conciousness but not enough that I could open my eyes yet. Then I heard a sound of waves of liquid, like buckets of water, splashing against a tile floor. Over and over and over again. Then I heard, "Brigham, you missed the toilet."

I was now fully awake. I ran down the hall to where Holly was standing only to jump back in revulsion as the bathroom came into full view and smell. I have never seen anything like that. Shredded pork and black beans plastered every inch of the bathroom - except for the inside of the toilet. The floor, the outside of the toilet, the sink, the garbage can, the bath toys, the heating vent, the potty seat, the walls. But the inside of the toilet was completely clean.

After 4 boys you think you have seen it all. Then you learn you never have. I was fortunate enough to get assigned to "clean up the kid and wash the towels" duty while Holly soaked up towel after towel of vomit. After a quick shower and his first experience with mouth wash Brigham was feeling fine, rejoicing in the fact that he was now sick and would not have to go to school tomorrow. Yeah, right.

Greg DeVore
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