You know the one.
“Do you feel like you need to throw up?”
“Okay…” HURL
When I got home tonight, I was hanging in the office with Computer Addict CootieGirl (coming to a store near you!) when CootieBoy came in and got all cuddly and quiet with me. I stood up to move away and he clutched at me then suddenly turned away and threw up a mere 12″ from my left foot.
“Oh sweetie!” I cried, standing in awe at the amount of juice-tinged spewage he had let loose. I waited a heartbeat or two while we stood contemplating what had happened. Then I made my crucial error. “Do you need to throw up again?”
“Yes!” he groaned, suddenly lurching forward – this time allowing the rush of spew to come nearer to my foot – in fact, it splashed against my pants and left shoe.
“DENIS! He’s throwing up!”
“Well get him into the bathroom!” he responded, because he thinks he’s so smart.
Of course, once I got CootieBoy into the bathroom he did NOT have to puke anymore.
But he hugged the toilet like a champion.
Thanks to Ollie’s sensitive gag reflex, I have become a pro at catching his puke in a bowl I always keep nearby. Of course, now he thinks it’s funny to PRETEND like he’s going to vomit by making a gagging sound and lurching towards the bowl and then smiling up at me like ‘gotcha!’
Yes, and because of my wise suggestion, I was able to save dinner–and stay clean.