One of my sweet kids was trying really, really hard to make themselves throw up this morning so they dodge a repair for something they did (and I'm feeling sorry for them because it takes a LOT of coughing to work up a gag - very exhausting work). Why? Why this time? Why this approach? Who the hey-diddle knows? I think they may very well be angry that we had their birthday early so they could not ruin it. That's when it started, so that's my guess.
Michael met me along the road to tell me of their new escapade ... my kid wasn't thrilled when I came dancing up to them doing the cha-cha and singing, "My kid's trying to throw UP! My kid's trying to throw UP!"
"Cool, babe! Trying new things! FUN!"
Then I actually looked at the little glob of phlemy goo at their feet.
"Oh, darling. That's not even vomit. You just coughed til you got a good gag and ralphed up a little snot. It's only 10:00 am, and I don't see one speck of cereal in that. Come on, now. Hasn't anyone ever taught you how to do a really good one? You put your finger way down your throat and hold it there til you start gagging. Now, don't take it out too soon or you won't accomplish anything ..." (at this point my child put their hands over their ears, so I just started pretend gagging myself as an illustration). I kept the sarcasm out of it and stuck with "playful."
They did not try to gag again. I was awfully giggly as I tried to talk while having a finger in my mouth. But it was another hard morning. This. is. hard. Considering I was facing a new behavior I had not experienced and was feeling HUGE amounts of panic, I think I did pretty well.
Going to go beat my head against the cinder block office wall now without her knowing I'm doing so. *sigh*