It was the best of times, it was the worst of times. Well, the first time it happened really was the best….we were getting fried chicken for dinner. Yum! I was at the deli counter at the local grocery store ordering an 8 piece meal when I felt warm gooeyness all down my shirt. I knew what happened, just didn’t know how to react. Then the deli lady says to me “Um, your baby just threw up on you.” When I say in my head “No, really? I never would have noticed! “ Then, the other deli lady runs around the counter with a roll of paper towels and sends me on my way. Z was 1 when this happened. My hubby gladly volunteered to go back for dinner while I put baby Z to bed. So, after all was said and done, I guess I got to eat my fried chicken without interruption.
The second time did not go as smoothly. Z was 2 and insisted on walking through Aldi. We had just passed the produce when I started hearing “mama, mouf hurt” “mama, mouf hurt” Which is apparently baby speak for I’m gonna Ralph and I’m gonna do it soon. It started in the main aisle, but I got him moved to the side aisle. It was a big goopy mess. I sent P, who is 5, to the counter to tell a worker what happened. Meanwhile, Z slides around in the vomit and falls, all over front and back! P comes back and I send her to the aisle I can see where the paper towels are. She grabs the more expensive package and I make her take it back for the cheaper version. We open the paper towels and clean up – at this point, I didn’t think the worker was ever coming. She did come over and she even took the dirty towels out of my cart. So, I guess I will shop at Aldi again – if they’ll have me!
If that story didn’t make you smile – this will. P, talked non-stop the entire time – mainly asking me what was in the throw-up.
“Mommy, what are those orange things?”
“Z had oranges for lunch, P”
“Mommy, what is that white stuff?”
“Z had a butterfly cake after lunch, P”
And so on…..