I am a sympathy puker, meaning, NORMALLY, if someone throws up within earshot, the very least I do is gag really hard.
My skyrocketed hormone levels have changed this a little, I think; or God has blessed me with the ability to hold in my sympathy sickness since I teach little ones.
Anyone else out there who teaches: don't you find the cafeteria to be a vomit-magnet? It's like a kid can be fine all day and then WHAM--there it is, all over the place, right where you're trying to eat your enchiladas. Ugh.
So yesterday my little guy G and I are having another lovely conversation about Harry Potter and why Voldemort is so evil when mid sentence he burps and proceeds to throw up all over the front of his shirt.
He looks at me in complete shock, only to find the same reaction on my face.
Me: "What in the world just happened?!?!?!"
G: "Beats me! I guess I just threw up in my mouth a little bit."
And wouldn't you know it, this kid didn't even get up...just took a swig of milk and kept right on talking.