Note: No, this is not my Father's Day post. I just wanted to type this while it was still fresh. Eww.
Saturday evening, and we were running some errands. My 10-year-old was feeling a little queasy. We were trying to get home as quickly as we could. I'm so thankful that I was able to provide him with an empty 32oz cup - just in case. (I try to be prepared, and seem to have one in the car most of the time.)
He was miserable, and asked the eternal question "Why me? I don't want to throw up. Why do I have to be sick?"
I responded in all sincerity by saying, "Maybe it's because you watched so much 'Suite Life of Zack and Cody' today."
My EC slapped my arm, and my son replied, "I don't get it."
"Have you seen their haircuts?" (Indeed, I had pushed too far.)
The puking then began in earnest. Guess who is on cleanup duty?
Happy Father's Day!