At 3 AM I heard something, leaped out of bed, and saw my daughter in the hall. My sleepy brain had me sprinting for the closest trash can and holding it under her chin. She coughed again while staring at me like I was a total nut.
“Do you have to throw up?”
“No, I have to go potty.”
“Ok, go ahead.” I nudged her towards the bathroom.
“I already went.” Another cough.
“Ok. Go back to bed.” I think I beat her to bed. The feeling of total confusion was drowned by the blissfulness of sleep.