i just wanted to say that when T threw-up yesterday and i brought him home, he was very, obviously, really, totally not sick. he kept trying to tell me that he wasn't and i kept insisting that he was and tried to put a barf bowl under him.as it turns out when he got his pizza at school it was brown on top and when he took a bite he gagged and barfed down the front of himself (he has a super sensitive gag reflex). but here's the thing-the lunch lady looked at a boy that is covered in barf and asks "do you want to finnish your lunch or do you want to go to the office?" GROSS what kind of question is that? anyway the point is he is not sick which means the rest of us are in the clear......for now.
i, stacy benintendi do solemnly swear that from here on out i will refrain from speaking of things such as, gas, poop, vomit and other such loathsome and uncouth things.