So I was given a very light "slap" on the wrist today for not keeping up with my blog(thanks Christina!), so I thought maybe I should post something. I'll warn you now, though, the following story contains puking. ;)
This past Sunday was Father's Day. We spent a quiet day together as a family, went to church, played outside in the pool, had a "gourmet" pizza for lunch. That evening we decided to meet up with some friends at IU's "Fun Frolic." We didn't think Grayson was feeling that great, but after a short nap he seemed better and really wanted to see his friend "Ily(Lily)," so we thought we'd give it a shot. There wasn't all that much at the Fun Frolic and Grayson had absolutely no interest in the rides what-so-ever, so we decided to head to Steak and Shake for a quick bite to eat with our friends. After we got our table, Nate took Grayson to the bathroom to wash his hands. They had just come back to our table when I hear something hit the floor and Nate say, "Oh my God, he's puking on me."
Now as I write this, I can not stop laughing. But I'm willing to bet there were more than a couple of you whose first thought was, "Oh my God, that's disgusting!" And for Nate I'm sure it was, but from my perspective all I can think is, "Thank God Nate was holding him this one time," and chuckle.
Here's to a Father's Day Nate will never forget. ;)
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Nate will always be able to look back and say that he got a "original" gift :-)
Hehe, I love it. Score one for dads... or kids?! That is yet to be determined!
Poor little guy, though!
You forgot the best part though...the shirtless ride home! Lily said "Poor Grayson" for days after that!
Poor Grayson? Poor me! I had to ride home with 2 shirtless guys! ;)
Like mother, like son, perhaps? I can remember when Grayson's mom did this on her auntie - or rather, in her auntie's mouth. Disgusting for auntie, hilarious for everyone else.
Oh and Katchka reminded me that I had the stomach flu when I was 6 or 7. I was sick FOREVER at that point and all my parents were giving me to eat was dry toast and ginger ale. My dad came into to say good night and read my bed time story as usual. I totally barfed right in his face - specifically his eyes and it was ALL ginger ale. It was the only time I have ever heard my Dad shriek like that! Ekkk.... how quickly we forget...
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