Dad’s World with Jonathan deBurca Butler

FIONN was sick last weekend. It started, as these things so often do, in the middle of night with a nightmarish shriek from his bedroom.

When his mother rushed into his room she found two little blobs — one on the bed and one on the floor— and a bewildered little man who didn’t know where he was, what he had just thrown up and why he was feeling so poorly.

We took him downstairs and for what turned out to be more than an hour and a half sat with him and watched several episodes of Paw Patrol while holding a large plastic bowl close his chest (I say we but it was mainly Ciara).