One night a couple of months ago, Sammi got the flu and was very sick. At one point during the night, she got out of bed, walked down the hall (past the bathroom), and then into my bedroom.
Sammi: "Daddy, I have to throw up."
I jumped out of bed and scooped her up to try and get her to the bathroom, but was too late - she puked all over herself and all over me.
Sammi (crying): "I'm sorry Daddy!"
Me: "It's okay honey - let's get you cleaned up."
I took her clothes off and put her in a warm bath to clean her up. I cleaned myself up the best I could as well. I then laid Sammi down in bed and was tucking her back in.
Sammi: "Thanks for taking care of me Daddy."
Me: "No problem sweetie."
Sammi: "Do you mind if I don't give you a hug and kiss goodnight?"
Me: "Don't worry Sammi; I'm not going to get the flu."
Sammi: "It's not that, it's just that you smell like puke."
Sammi: "Yeah, you really stink. You've also got a piece of corn in your hair..."
Me: "I guess I better go get washed up then."
Sammi: "Thanks Daddy. You were starting to gross out all my stuffed animals."