HOLY CRAP
Ethan just threw up.
I could tell he didn't feel right. I did not expect that. He was sitting in a chair alone. I asked if he was ok. He said yes. And then he started to gag. Like whole body shaking...
Ive gone out enough to know what was coming. So I pick him up (in hindsight I realize how stupid it was to carry him facing me but what can you do...I just wanted to make the bathroom...)
We did not make it to the bathroom. As soon as I put him down he throws up. Twice. It looked staged. It was real. It looked exactly like oatmeal. Apparently, he was right when he said he thought he ate too much.
He stands in front of the toilet for a few minutes and then declares himself empty.
Summer takes this time to explain to me how she once threw up in her crib. Summer, however, uses the phrase "puked" which makes me laugh out loud. She is 3 years old.
Ethan, now that he isn't all freaked out, is looking to place blame. He fixes on his mother as the reason for this little episode.
"I think Mommy gave me too much Oatmeal...but I feel better now"
Puke & Rally.
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