Dietary suicide

In the world of childhood there is a little thing called throwing up...and you never know when it will happen. That was the case this morning, in Dave's car. Right before making the transition into Aunt Jenny's car....As Dave drove into the driveway there was more throwing up...I had gotten a call from Dave informing me of the situation so with my towels and cleaners ready and waiting, I grabbed Loryn and got her into the shower. Like a fine oiled machine, we went into action. Dave controlled the clean up in the car and I had control over the little body that was shaking and seriously upset about throwing up on her camel. After the wash down and sometime to soak, I headed outside to see how the clean up on the car was going. Like a master, Dave had the backseat, booster seat and seat belt all soaked with warm soapy water and the area was lacking the usual odor accompanied by such events...it may make its presence known on a hot humid summer day, though. As I got Loryn changed and onto the couch to rest she asked in the most sorrowful, saddened way, "does this mean I can't have any dinner? Can maybe someone buy me a dinosaur?" As a mom, two things go through your head at that point.

1. oh my poor baby

2. Nice try

So I suggested to her maybe we could have a special meal that she could choose, to look forward to, when she feels better. Her idea was to go to McDonald's and get a happy meal. As if we need anymore toys, especially happy meal toys. Knowing that this little one is looking to me to make everything all better, how could I say no??? So I said "I'll talk to your daddy about it and see what he says." Immediately giving part of the responsibility to my husband b/c I wouldn't have the will power to say no....looks like Dave doesn't have the will power as well.

When our little peanut feels better we will commit dietary suicide and mostly likely pig out, really, really bad!