Or, When are the real parents going to get here?
So the other night, C threw up. Unexpectantly. On the couch. With no movement towards the bathroom whatsoever.
Besides being annoyed that he’s eight years old and should know better, I was confused as to why he was also very upset and crying about it. Until I realized that he’s not the kid who usually throws up. In fact, he might not even remember throwing up in his life ever. So, in trying to comfort him, I said,
“It’s okay to throw up. Everyone does it. You’ll be fine. It’s perfectly normal.”
“Hey, remember when Felicity was in Mommy’s tummy?”
He nods his head.
“Well, I threw up like everyday. And I was fine!”
“Oh! But that doesn’t mean you’re going to have a baby. That’s just……I’m gonna…go get Daddy now.”