Happy Birthday?

A little after midnight, I heard one of the kids in our room. They were crying and coughing. Daddy knew immediately that it was Gillian. He said "Gillian, what's the matter?" I jumped out of bed and realized that she was getting sick to her stomach. I took her in the bathroom and aimed her at the toilet. She missed (of course). And started to cry because she had vomit on her hands and on her pajamas. I stripped  her down and washed her off. And got her new pajamas. I put her in our bed. She asked "Is my green manket ok?" It wasn't. She got sick in her bed all over all her blankets and friends. I put the important stuff in the washer and found a substitute blanket for her to snuggle with. I climbed back into bed to find Daddy and Gillian snuggling. Again she asked "Is my green manket ok?" I told her no. She asked "Can I go back to my bed?" Sorry sweetie, there are no blankets on that bed. So she snuggled with us. Daddy gave up after a few minutes (Gillian is a bit squirmy).  He slept on the couch. Poor Daddy, today is his birthday and he got kicked out of his bed and slept on the couch. Not a great way to start the day.