I was feeding Ella during the night when I heard Taylor get out of bed saying "Hurry! Hurry!" I thought maybe he had to go to the bathroom but instead he ran to go puke in the toilet! By the time I was able to get to him, he was done the deed and, apparently, feeling fine. He apologized for puking and recalled the incident some time ago when he puked on Grandma and Grandpa's carpet. I was surprised at his memory, though he's always had a good one. I told him I was so happy that he was able to get to the toilet, helped him brush his teeth and put him back down.
What a good boy!
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