It's worse when you get there and you see the custodian heading out of the office and he's wearing haz-mat gloves and carrying a bag of towels headed to the trash.
Oh please don't let that be my kid, I pray silently.
But you know it was my kid, right? He threw up all over the office. There was the lovely sent of hard-core sanitizer as I got to the front of the office.
Neil was wrapped up in a beach towel. His clothes were still on but were covered in orange bits and various other items from his stomach.
"I threw up." Really?
"Twice." Great.
Do I bring scented candles on Monday as a proper sorry-my-kid-threw-up-where-you-work gift?
On the way home Neil tells me he earned a Caught-Being-Good (It's a little ticket school staff hands out when kids are doing what they are supposed to be doing or if they go above that. The tickets go into a bin and at the end of the month names are drawn for prizes. One of the prizes is In-N-Out gift certificates. My kids will do most anything for those.).
Neil is really proud of that Caught-Being-Good.
And what did he do to earn it?
"I was eating healthy. I ate all my carrots, as fast as I could. I wanted to be the first to get the Caught-Being-Good from the lunch lady," Neil explained.
Would those be the orange bits he just hurled all over the office?
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