His face wrinkled together with lines of distress and fear. He suddenly shook his head wildly, his back arches while his body trashing around in my arms. I felt a fish flopping like sensation in my chest while my eardrums almost burst with Patrick's tenor.
"Uh oh. Patrick vomited. Uh oh." My husband tried to make Patrick view this differently.
Patrick continued to cry louder.
"Uh oh. Uh oh."
From a wild tornado in my arms, Patrick suddenly became silent. He observed my husband closely.
Then from a tenor voice, I hear a soft-spoken voice from Patrick, "uh oh."
Patrick saying uh oh, followed by myself repeating his uh oh.
"Yes, Patrick. Uh oh. You vomited. Uh oh."