So, tonight, I made a delicious stir-fry. Isaac scarfed it down. Eve decided that she didn't want to eat any cooked vegetables. Esther was just picking at her food. I decided to lay the law down and told the girls that they had two choices. One - they could go straight to bed or two - they could sit at the table until all their food was gone. I wandered away to the kitchen for a moment. When I came back, Esther was in the bathroom. I asked what she was doing because I thought she was stalling. She said that she was going to throwup.
Ha! I thought and told her in my most manly Dad voice, "then you can throw up at the table. Get back there."
Surprisingly, she came right out, took three steps, and threw up on the carpet.
Yeah, she called my bluff.
Patrick
Update: 1:27 am - Eve also decided to throw up. Much more gross. And no, it wasn't food poisoning from dinner. Everyone who actually ate their food (me, Emily, and Isaac) are just fine.
7 comments:
Hahahahaha! Isn't that the way it goes- you don't take them seriously the one time they actually are sick or hurt, etc... Too funny!
I can just see it! Poor little girls!
Don't you love those moments - always a surprise!
Yuck. Hope they're better now.
Esther threw up for the last time Thursday morning. The poor little thing! Unfortunately, the bug must still be here because poor Luke, who was visiting us for the weekend, lost his cookies Saturday night. . . . I think we may be cursed. . . . .
I like the update - it didn't even occur to me to blame the cooking until you mentioned it! Sounds like the kids will be telling this story way into their teens--"Our dad made us eat everything on our plates! We couldn't even go to the bathroom to throw up--had to stay at the table at all costs." ~suffering sigh~
hilarious
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