We had an interesting start to our Sunday. Our family of four arrived at church. Jack was sitting up on the counter in the preschool wing waiting for me to fill out his nametag and then take him to class. Just as I picked up the pen, Jack started throwing up...everywhere. All over his clothes, the floor. Most of you are moms, so you already have a mental picture...but if you need a more vivid one there were half a dozen witnesses. After he had erupted three times, and we were pretty sure he was done, I got him cleaned up. He was crying mostly about having to take off his shirt and pants. Josh mopped up the floor and just as quickly as we had arrived at church, we were headed back out the door for home.
To be on the safe side, Jack had a mostly liquid diet the remainder of the day and we kept a bucket nearby. He acted completely normal all day and never showed anymore signs of illness. At one point, Josh was trying to talk to him about using the bucket if he felt like he needed throw up. When he thought he understood he began the review, "If Jack feels sick and needs to throw up, where do you throw up?" Jack looked at him matter of factly and said, "At church?"