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
(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.)