JESUS. HORATIO. CHRIST.
Ethan has thrown up again. Twice in fact.
He's been drinking water. I hear him call my name. I look over and he has a weird look like he doesn't know whats about to happen.
I ask if he is going to get sick again. He says yes. We run to the bathroom. He throws up in the exact same spot...which is on the threshold of the bathroom.
This time its a two rounder.
Round 1 - Projectile vomit that is entirely made of water. All you hear is "Splash."
I laughed because this looked crazy.
Round 2 - This was the weird one. It was like dry oatmeal came out of the kid. That landed with more of a "thud."
I tell Ethan to stand in front of the toilet. He does so before deciding he would rather sit.
As I'm cleaning up this mess, he announces to everyone
"Hey Guys...We...We...We CANT go to the movie store until I feel better...because I just puked"
Good News: I apparently don't react like most. Vomit doesnt make me vomit.
Bad News: It's 9:25 and I've cleaned up puke twice. Maybe I posted that "I love my job" business a bit early this morning...
Secondary Bad News: Ethan is skinny enough...he does not need to be throwing up his food...I hope this isnt an all day thing.
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