Rowleys sick day

80. It was a regular Tuesday morning, and Rowley's mother was in the kitchen, preparing oatmeal. Being the diligent mother that she was, she always made breakfast for her eccentric 11-year-old son. Had Rowley been the average kid, he would have been allowed to have his oatmeal flavored with a dollop of honey. Sadly, due to a hilarious mishap involving body fragrance and honey, Rowley was forbidden from this sweet treat.
This particular morning, circumstances were anything but normal. Rowley, who often had the propensity to behave like a twat, had pooed his nappy. Yes, Rowley still wore a nappy, making him an anomaly among his peers. His mother discovered the unpleasant surprise when she trudged into his room, wanting to wake him up for school. The smell that wafted out of Rowley's room was so disgusting that it made her violently sick. This was not how she anticipated starting her day.
After quickly cleaning herself up, she softly greeted Rowley, "Good morning, Rowley." The young boy weakly returned the greeting before promptly vomiting onto his distressed mother, painting her in his morning sickness. His physical state was steadily deteriorating - he expelled a dark orange stream when he went to urinate, evident of severe dehydration.
Rowley's worried mother dialed his school, notifying them of his ill health and his inability to attend classes that day. She then turned her attention back to her sick son, who had now started to shiver uncontrollably.
The house was transformed into an oversized sauna as Linda Jefferson turned up the heat, wrapping the trembling child in every available blanket. Much to everyone's frustration, the moaning boy then complained about being overheated. The constant, sudden change of temperature was quite taxing, and Rowley's dad developed hives from this stress.
Without warning, Rowley retched into his bucket, the contents spilling over and soiling the carpet. Linda Jefferson, in her haste to clean up the mess, tripped and fell flat on her behind.
With her attention divided between chores and her child, Rowley's mother decided to allow him to lounge in bed with his father. The only downside? Rowley sneezed all over his dad's face, leading him to catch the nasty bug. Unfortunately, Rowley's father's health declined sharply, and he passed away, which for the family was a traumatic event.
Shockingly, Rowley burst out in hearty laughter. His father's sudden departure and the comical circumstances surrounding it induced a sort of healing laughter. Feeling better than he had all day, an emboldened Rowley demanded some outdoor time.
Against her better judgment, Linda Jefferson allowed Rowley to dash out into the bustling city, stark naked. Rowley's unashamed exhibition garnered attention and haughty laughter from all who had the misfortune to be in his vicinity. They pointed at his exposed body, mentioning things that would make anyone blush. However, it was just another Tuesday for the eccentric boy, who took it all in stride, indulging in this unusual display with high creativity. That ends the tale of an obnoxiously forgettable Tuesday in Rowley's life.