Why can’t children ever manage to make it to the bathroom to throw up, instead of making a colossal mess all over the stairs?
Why does your husband find it funny to make jokes about throw up (“We’ve got ourselves a PUKER!”) while you are scrubbing away at the ruined carpeting, instead of offering to help? (Wait, there is an answer for this one – he’s a male.)
Why do children only throw up after meals of pizza and chocolate ice cream, and not after they’ve eaten something benign like bananas or toast?
Why must children throw up at 9:30pm on the night you and your husband have finally decided you must go to bed early in order to be able to function properly the next day?
Why must children get sick the night before a day when you have a lot of fun things planned – things that were supposed to happen while the child was at school?
Why must a sweet little girl be reduced to a sobbing mess when all she wants to do is run and play in the first truly summer-like days of spring?
What is it about balloons and videos that induces a euphoric, pain-free trance – and why haven’t the medical professionals figured out a way to bottle that magic so that children can be spared the misery of a nasty stomach bug?
Travelingjenny 
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