August 17, 2003
Pink is not a good color.
Tonight we took a family trek up to Medford MA, to bring Trevor the the Krispy Kreme store that has recently joined the ranks of Massachussetts coffe/donut establishments that dot the landscape like mile markers on the highway. Tara and I had taked a trip up there a few weeks ago one afternoon while Trevor was spending some time with a friend and it was awesome. So we thought it would be great to share the experience with Trev.
We were right...mostly. He had a lot of fun looking at the donuts as they traveled along the conveyor belts and ultimately came out at the end warm and sweet. He marveled at the possibility that one of the employees gave him a sample donut, for free! "She has the best job in the store!" he said as we walked to the car. It being a special trip we picked up some coffee for ourselves and let him drink a strawberry milk in the backseat as we drove home along 93.
Right around the time that we were passing the Fleet Center and heading into Boston, he began complaining about an upset stomach. It was easy to figure out what the cause of it was as we could plainly see that 8 ounces of his 16 ounce cold milk was gone in less than 5 minutes. Unfortunately he was unconsolable, and started to get himself worked up about the milk making him feel bad. We told him that if he waited a few minutes everything would be ok, and that he would start to feel better. (The only reason we were certain that this would be the case is that Trevor has a tendency to drink his beverages quickly and milk has done this to him in the past.) This had no effect and he continued to cry and get upset.
I think you know what is coming next.
I don't care how many kids you have or how old they are, there is one thing that you never, ever get used to. Vomit. Anyone who disagrees with me can build a time machine ,meet us on Saturday, come with us to the donut shop (I'll even buy you a coffee!) and hold my son's sticky hand in the back seat on the way home after he just puked up all of his strawberry milk in the backseat of the car. Did you recoil at the description I just gave? Yes you did. I apologize for having to do that, but some of you were shaking your heads and saying, "Vomit doesn't bother me!", and I had to take you down a notch. I am sorry, yes it was childish, but well worth it.
Trevor was a trooper the whole ride home and didn't complain at all. He is a good kid. Once we arrived home, Tara jumped into action and as the Cruise Director of our family she took him inside and gave him a bath and tucked him into bed. If she is the Cruise Director, then I am the chief of engineering in the dark underbelly of the ship. I stayed outside and found myself wiping, scooping and washing all while I ran down the driveway like a fool every 4 minutes to keep the motion sensitive light on. I can't imagine what the neighbors thought. Febreeze is a good thing. Febreeze is a good thing.
This basically killed any appetite I had for donuts for the evening, but I guess that is a good thing since I am not supposed to be eating them anyhow. I think all things considered, we still had a good time, and it was worth the trip to see him excited about getting to see the donuts being made.
Comments
My initial response: Yuck.
My response after re-reading the title: Ugh. Yuck.
I'm one of those people that isn't usually bothered by vomit (not that I go looking for it, mind you), but yeah... half digested pink milk with donut chunks. Yuck.
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i would have to agree with you on the vomit thing...just last week my five year old threw up some chocolate/grape concoction in the truck. i almost lost it while cleaning and though my mom-stomach-of-steel managed to hold on, my appetite was gone, which was unfortunate as we were en route to a family dinner!