The Plight Before Christmas

by Kate Stewart

It’s only when I draw near and see what’s leaking all over Eli that I rush toward him. Shit continues to spill from Wyatt’s diaper, down his legs and booted feet as Eli starts to dry heave. When Wyatt kicks his feet, delivering a foot-sized splatter against Eli’s chest and neck, Eli’s head bobs to the side as if he’s about to pass out. “Oh my God,” Erin exclaims, picking up a nearby nursing blanket and wrapping it around Wyatt before whisking him out of Eli’s arms. Eli jerks forward with another dry heave as Brenden starts to laugh hysterically. Mom races to the kitchen as Serena scurries toward her loaded diaper bag for supplies. “I can’t!” Eli looks up at me helplessly before dry heaving again. “I-I can’t handle it, Whitney, help me!” I rip the towel from Mom’s grip as she comes flying in from the kitchen and cover Eli’s lap with it. “Get up!” I order, holding the towel firmly to him. “Get up now!” Eli lurches to his feet as I usher him down the hall and into the bathroom, his uncontrollable gags bouncing around us as I try not to laugh—and fail.

lmao 🤣🤣🤣🤣 far too funny 😂😂