Charlie's theory that the apples made the children ill has been rejected.
Henry, who didn't eat any apples, is now sick. So my original theory that this is a virus that will eventually sweep through the entire family has been restored.
The problem with a toddler who has the stomach flu is that they don't know to grab a bowl at the right moment. It is sufficient to say, the floors that I cleaned so thoroughly yesterday are now in need to be cleaned again.
(Oh, and William was wide awake and bouncing off the walls at 3:11 this morning. Just as I suspected. Sometimes, I hate it when I'm right.)