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Originally Posted by Redlemon
In the middle of the night, my 3 year old wakes up, and as I get to his room, he begins to throw up. I'm catching his vomit in my cupped hands, and all I can think is "Poor little guy". Before kids, even the thought of vomit was enough to get my stomach turning.
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This is great... the exact details are fuzzy, but the event itself is crystal-clear in my memory...
I couldn't have been more than 6 or 7 years old, and all I remember is that it was the middle of the night and i was sick. My dad was walking me to the bathroom, my mom not far behind, when I lurched- he saw the movement and cupped his hands to catch the forthcoming vomit. Right after asking if I was ok, and I said i was ok again, I guess it dawned on him what he did and he looks down at his cupped hands and says, "why the heck did I do that?" I remember my mom just bursting into laughter. As if it's impossible to get vomit off of a rug, the story is even better because the whole thing took place in a hallway that was linoleum or tile, something like that, so all it would have taken would be a paper towel. Instead, he had two hands full of puke. lol