After I picked up Leina from school, I began the ritualistic pulling of information. What did she learn, who did she play with, what was her favorite part, etc. These questions are usually meet with shrugs, eye rolls or my all time favorite, “idunno”. Yes, only 4 years old and already the “idunno” starts. But in between the eye rolls I can usually dig out a few nuggets. Today, I learned that someone got bit, they had pretzels for snack, and, oh yeah, a boy threw up.

Immediately, I jump to orange alert. Who threw up? Where? Where you playing with him at all? Leina took it all in stride and assured me he only threw up on the carpet, his mom came to get him, and she wasn’t playing with him at all. I had backed down to yellow alert but I was still nervous. Of course, Leina then informed me that for snack she had oranges and guess who brought them? That’s right. The boy who was sick. It was his snack day. So now we’re back up to orange alert. There’s a wicked awful stomach bug floating around right now. I so don’t want to get it but I know the odds are pretty good. This does, however, inspire me to get my kids to the doctor for a flu shot.

Please, let this be a random act of puking. Let this one pass us by….