Poor Fynn. He was so looking forward to his West Kelowna hockey tournament this weekend.
We made it to the tournament and he did play one game, followed by a swim in the hotel pool, pizza, and a game of mini sticks with his team.
However, things got a little interesting and frankly quite disgusting about midnight (or shortly thereafter) when he threw up his entire dinner all over his bedding, carpet and his PJs. I am sure the more resilient families would have asked to change hotel rooms but when we factored in the smell, soiled linens, etc and Sophie who seemed slightly traumatized by the whole experience of her brother throwing up beside her in bed, we decided to call it a night and head back to Salmon Arm. With the light traffic it took just over an hour -- so not too bad.
On the positive side, his coach stopped by with his medal and Vic one the 50/50 draw!