Gray just threw up. All, over, everything. Not only is this the first time he’s thrown up, but there’s a miserable 48hr flu going around that involves a lot more throwing up. Did I mention we’re getting on a plane and flying ten hours tomorrow? I’m praying to whatever spiritual deity out there who watches over little children, puking and planes in hopes that Gray does not have this bug. Perhaps I’ll stay home with Georgia and the dogsitter and just wish Jackson luck.