After much conjuring and wicked conniving, Meagan (Hannah & Heather’s six year old sister) convinced Charity that she could come to the party last night. Needless to say, we became quite annoyed with her. She is a sweet kid but she just whined and ate a lot of food and was Little Miss Complainer all night. We should have known better than to have a little kid there.
About three hours into the party, after much bouncing around and drinking Lord knows how much cherry Pepsi (we had no clue when she would sneak into the kitchen) she rambled into the kitchen and started moaning. We looked up at her just in time to see her puke everywhere. Ick. We finally got everything cleaned up and I made her sit down and stop running around.
I gathered all of the stuff up and then I looked at Meagan (who was sitting on a barstool in the kitchen) and told her firmly (but quite facetiously), “Look, if you are going to get sick again you’d better do it right here and right now because you will not get sick in my car.” She had the nerve to smile and then get sick all over the place.
I just died laughing. Charity was screaming at me to help her and I was doubled over the kitchen sink laughing uncontrollably. I’m going to be a horrible mom. I wouldn’t have laughed if Meagan hadn’t have been giggling the whole time she was puking. Charity and Caycie can’t handle anything like that so I did have to help Meagan. It doesn’t really bother me that much…but I was giggling the whole time, which made me feel awful.
We piled into my car and I gave Meagan a bag to hold. The instructions were clear- if you feel like you are going to get sick then open the door and get out. I prayed the whole way to their house and thankfully she didn’t get sick.