The Girl woke up from her napping screaming for me. That isn't really anything new and after a minute or so she'll usually calm down, open the door and come downstairs, so I finished up the stuff I was working on before going up to get Miss Crankypants. Only an odd sickenly sweet smell hit me as I opened the door. Breakfast and lunch -- half digested and now all over The Girl and the bed -- her brother's bed. Why can't she hit her own bed with urine and vomit? Why does she have to take it out on her brother's bed? So just when I thought we were all heathy and had volunteered to take food to someone with a new baby -- bammo. Back to the pukies we go.