We continued our outing with a visit to the mall. I picked up some stocking stuffers, the kids rode the Merry-Go-Round and we found sweet Ella a few outfits for church. Evan was cranky...we don't let him down to walk in the mall like we do Ella...that's cause for great angst. It was rather hot in Penney's, we were all admittedly grumpy. Other than that, it wasn't a terrible trip. Until...
We were diddy-boppin' home and Evan started his little cough again. Donald asked him if he was ok, to which he nodded yes. Then he did it again. And, like adding Mentos to Diet Coke, he exploded. A good six times, I'd say. What can you do when you're in the car and your child starts vomiting?? I was so glad to be the driver tonight...Donald was turned around watching/dealing with him. We were too far from home to let him ride all the way home covered in the mess so I stopped at a Fire Station. I went in and got some paper towels...and it was too late, but they gave me a barf bag. They asked if Evan needed medical attention, but I told them that other than losing everything he had eaten in the last two days, he had been fine.
Ella: Evan, what made you sick?
Evan: I not sure.
Ella: Was it your food? Did the food do it?
Evan: I not sure. I guess so.
Smart, I tell ya.
Evan got a bath - and so did the inside of my van, thanks to my vomit-cleaning husband.
Evan appears to be fine for now.
Is there anything worse than having a sick child?
Vomiting is violent. I'm against this sort of violence. I hear by boycott vomiting.
No vomiting allowed.