Harper's crib was filled with stuffing when I woke up. The remains of his rabbit stuffed animal Sat beside him. He was soundly asleep. We have no pets. Harper couldn't have done it, could he?
I managed to feed him without too much force. I ate half an egg before wanting to puke, and then for dinner, I managed a majority of a hot dog down my throat.
I have to eat, but I don't want to. I should probably take Harper and me to the hospital. We probably have horrible stomach bugs.
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