I "growed-up"

No, we don't mean that he's gotten older...growed-up is synonomous for 'throwed-up' in our house. Tuesday night Nolan came to the edge of our bed and said "mommie, my tummie hurts....BLAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!" Vomit. All over MY side of the bed. Good thing I'm a middle-of-the-bed-sleeper. It was pretty cute the he kept saying that he had to "grow-up" just seconds before he heaved. So, he got a stay-at-home pass with Daddie yesterday and by mid morning he was feeling 100 times better.