Funny Boy Story

Late morning I got a call to come and pick Peter up from school for "vomiting".  Thankfully, our family has managed to avoid stomach bugs over the years- I don't know how- just the grace of God.  So I have sorta been waiting for it.  Lily threw up the night after the Father- Daughter Dance and I swallowed hard and told Mike that I was trying to count it a victory that we'd avoided puking kids for 6.5 years.  I layed awake that night waiting for her to throw up again.  But nothing.  I really think she just ate too much "junk" and "sweets" that eve.  Our girl does love to eat, like her mama.  
So today, again, I did the 'oh no, its our time' thing in my head.  And immediately thought of myself and how I dread the idea of me getting it and puking at 33 weeks pregnant.  I'd also made note this morning that Peter had been a touch congested.  If you know Peter you know that he is congested half the time.  I went in to get him.  There was a little hustle and bustle in the clinic and the nurse called Peter to come out and mentioned that it happened in the cafeteria.  I asked about how much and just got the passing report of "a lot" but not in an overly convincing way, more of a polite 'just get your kid out of here' way.  Peter, Lily and I head down the hall and out the front door.  I say to Peter, "So what happened, buddy?"

"I sneezed and my {granola} bar came out of my mouth."

HAHAHA!!  Bwah, haha!  My sneezy, slobbery, doesn't-care boy.  Of course that's what happened.  #grossboystory

In the van, I went through parts of his body to ask if they hurt.  'No' to all of them, except when I asked about his head, he said "I think watching TV will help my head feel better".  Smart boy. There's been no TV watching here today.

They immediately ran out of the van to play in the backyard.  Bellies down, spinning on the swings.  Oh, I love this scenario with the boy home from school for a 'legitimate' reason (that does NOT involved vomiting) on a sunny day!

Hallelujah!  Thank you, Lord!