Show Me the Vomit Please

Sunday night I could tell Owen didn't feel great.  I didn’t either although I was attributing it to allergies….just stuffed up head and ears, itchy eyes and tiredness.  Nothing terrible just blegh.  I’m kinda thinking that’s the case for him as well.  I, however, did not dramatically cough and heave huge sighs the whole evening in preparation for making a bid to stay home the next day.  Sure enough, the next morning as I woke up I could hear raised voices downstairs.  I gotta tell you…that does NOT make one want to get out of bed.  I dragged myself out from beneath the covers though and headed downstairs to add my voice to the mix.  Owen insisted he was too sick to go to school.  We told him we understood he didn’t feel great but he wasn’t sick enough to stay home.  This went on….and on…..and ON.  We told him if he felt worse during the day then he could come home.  “NOOOO,” he wailed, “they only let you go home if you have a fever or throw up.”  I told him I agreed with them.  More wails.  Eventually he gave in, only to start wailing that he was late.  Oh MAN it’s a good thing I love him.  He managed to get dressed and Ernie walked him to school.  We sighed with relief and I ate my peanut butter bagel.

Later that morning Ernie called me at work to tell me the school had called. 

Owen had thrown up. 

How do you explain to the school that you want to SEE the vomit?  Evidently he had ‘thrown up’ in the bathroom during bathroom break.

I'm not saying he didn't feel rotten.....but.....

SHOW ME THE VOMIT!