Sorry, I shouldn't laugh! I like to think he'd know what to do if I wasn't there but one time he was doing bedtime and my son started to be sick, proper projectile sick (must have had a stomach bug). I just heard a panicked call from upstairs. He'd put him on the floor (in our bedroom with a new carpet) so that our son wasn't sick on him!!!! There was also the fact our DS was really upset and needed a cuddle even if he was vomiting! So I picked him up, carried him to the bathroom, getting vommed on repeatedly in the process and stripped his clothes off, ran a shallow bath and got him clean. Then I stripped all my clothes off (literally sick in my bra!!) cleaned myself off enough, got him dried and dressed again by which point he'd stopped being sick. Gave him a good cuddle and got him to bed (he was ok all night, I was checking on him every couple of hours). So during all this, my husband was stood in our bedroom, immobile. He finally decided to clean up the carpet, proclaimed it was stained. It took me a day or two to try cleaning it myself (because I believed him) then I tried myself, using the same cleaner and removed every trace.
God men are useless when it comes to things like this. Why is that?