That isn't a Cheerio

Part two of my puke saga.

As I bend over to pick up what I think is a lone cheerio from the floor this morning, I find out that it is actually a small blob of vomit. Right. Under. My. Finger. Nail. EW.

What is up with my kid? First, he pukes in my bed (although not on my side), then he leaves little puke blobs on  the floor. What the heck?! Is this some kind of prep for the hurricane? Like, I'll appreciate the puke in a few days when we don't have power/food/water/sanity?

I think he is just crazy :).