...the hero gets the win. Or something like that.
I had a little guy get sick to his stomach shortly after he got to the Club today. He threw up just feet away from the front desk right before snack and was bawling because it scared him so much to throw up, which is a pretty typical response. I mean, even I cry when I throw up. What? You mean everyone doesn't do that. Oh...
Anyway, after helping him get himself cleaned up and making sure people weren't standing around staring at him, he started to shiver. Seriously, the gym at the Club is ridiculously cold. We went outside to warm up, and he asked me some funny questions. My favorite? "Why don't my dogs throw up? They eat stuff off the floor and chew on sticks."
As if that weren't funny enough, he then proceeded to explain to me that he's a vegetarian and vegetarians are people who don't eat meat. Just in case I didn't know. Except the vegetarian cheese is pretty gross so he threw it away. And he's pretty sure the water he drank last night is what got him sick since there was a lot of water in his throw up. Or probably the chips he had at lunch today since they were in his throw up, too.
After much laughter and when he warmed up again, we went back inside and he took it easy until his dad came to pick him up. I spent the rest of the afternoon doing pretty mundane stuff (by comparison). Really, how can helping an 8th grader with his math homework top cleaning up and comforting a 6 year old after he threw up? It can't.
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Can I just throw out there that OH-MY-GAH-I-LOOKED-SIX-MONTHS-PREGNANT-WHEN-DYLAN-WAS-NINE-MONTHS-OLD?!
I mean, according to the sisters picture in your sidebar that is.
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