Or: "Why We Won't Be Showing Our Faces at Michaels Craft Store Any Time Soon..."

Thursday everything went well all day. So well that we figured it must have been something that disagreed with them and we actually all went to Chuck E. Cheese for dinner, which went fine, no worries. (Sorry, people at CEC!)

The kids seemed fine all day Friday as well. So, Friday evening the girls and I went to their Girl Scout class at Michaels. I stopped at the register, paid for the girls' class and chatted with the cashier. There was no ominous music, or any reason to believe there was danger ahead. Even so, as we were headed to the back of the store, Maya stopped and said something that sounded like, "HURKLE!"

If you've been around kids, you know what that means. I looked at her and she was bravely trying to catch the contents of her stomach in her hands. It wasn't working. When God designed the relative sizes of stomachs and hands, I don't think He had this eventuality in mind.

Anya and Sage ran to get a bag and some supplies, while I tried in vain to comfort Maya. Mostly I just got barf in my shoes. (Yay Crocs!) We got Maya (and the store) cleaned up and ran out to take her home.

Within 20 minutes, Sage was in on the game. They were sitting on the couch with giant bowls, just watching TV and puking away. Poor little things! They seem slightly better today, but we're still keeping it tame.

If you'll excuse me, I've got some shoes to de-barf (that's Anya's word)...