Whuuuhhh!!!

Yesterday we got one of those phone calls all parents dread: "Your son is vomiting and has a fever. Can you please come to the school immediately". Panic sets in and mindless of the icy roads we speed to the nursery school. Or at least Sanae did. Despite being literally a three minute quick jog away, Mammy rather than Daddy is the default contact for any Cian related emergencies as (a) she speaks Japanese so understands better than I what is going on; and (b) does panic much better than me. This is important as it is perversely reassuring to the nursery school teachers as it indicates that things are being taken seriously. Daddy, on the other hand, tends to be a little too laid back for local tastes with my 'Arrrah, sure he'll be fine" approach to everything bar a full blown outbreak of ebola virus.
According to Sanae her panic was magnified several times over at the school where a rampant gastroenteritis bug was laying, spectacular, multi-hued rice-and-vegetable waste to a fair share of the kids. Apparently throughout the day the bug had been claiming victim after up-chucking victim. I could write that "the sickly stench of vomit hung heavy over the classrooms", but thankfully I wasn't there, and it's the weekend before Christmas and turkeys need to be stuffed, so I won't write it.
Thankfully Cian woke up this morning a couple of pounds lighter but looking and feeling much better. We have him on a diet of dry toast and bananas for the day and he seems to be responding well, so hopefully by tomorrow he will be back to his usual meals of yoghurt, fruit, jelly beans, cereal, rice and more fruit.