The only thing I saw was her cheeks light up and then all I heard was "eww, this has mommy's germs!" And I saw her taking the flashlight out of mouth, heard her gag, and saw stuff coming out of her mouth! And by stuff I mean chocolate milk, chicken nuggets, and fries. And while Paul was yelling at me to DO something, my brain was saying "does not compute" another round came spewing out. This round I held the Happy Meal box out as her target and told Paul he'd better pull over!
Out the nose and all, it was mighty impressive! She was grossed out about her first puke episode ever. Especially about the nose vomit. She actually had a few rounds of it, all because of a gag reflex she associated with mommy's germs (she won't even drink after anyone...germs you know).
Puke all over my precious truck that she doesn't even like to spill crumbs in (sorry mommy!). Luckily we were right around the corner from our final destination so we rinsed her mouth, wiped up the obvious, and gave her a piece of gum. On the drive away, she just said she was "so sorry mommy", as if I'd be mad! Ha oh poor girl! She showed up to Paul's family in pink leopard print pajama bottoms and a glittery shirt that said "My Daddy Rocks", along with10 hour-old messed out Dorothy braids. Hello all! She was surprisingly fine the rest of the night and I congratulated her for getting through her first puke episode. Yes I'm aware we are lucky to have made it this far without experiencing vomit. She had a great rest of the night and Paul did a good job of cleaning the puke out of the truck.
Happy Thanksgiving!
