radar

Nick and I went to breakfast with another mother/son pair this morning.  The plan was for Nick to hang out with them after breakfast while I went to the dentist (oh, JOY!)

During breakfast my radar starting going off. My puke radar.

I decided I would probably go ahead and take Nick to the dentist with me because her son was just a little off. I know him well enough to know he just wasn’t himself.

A few minutes later, a perfectly sweet and loving boy was projectile vomiting orange juice at his mom.

My puke radar is a finely tuned curse gift.

(And I got to see puke and go to the dentist today. Goodbye Wednesday – don’t the door hit you on the way out.)

(My friend’s son was feeling much better after the orange juice expulsion. I may take a few days to recover.)

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One response to “radar

  1. Ugh. What a way to end a breakfast date.

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