Today a life experience saved David and I from a Church catastrophe.
When Noah was 3 we were sitting in Sacrament meeting and he turned to me,
"I feel sick."
"Your fine. You just didn't eat enough breakfast," I whispered and handed him a snack.
"I don't feel good," he said again.
This time I looked at him.
Did he look sick?
Not really, maybe a little pale.
During my medical evaluation he began to vomit all over David, and David's suit, and the floor. David quickly ran him out of the chapel. But the damage was done. Puke in the chapel, puke on David and Noah. A completely disgusting mess.
5 years later. This morning
Once again sitting in Sacrament meeting.
"Mom, I don't feel good."
I turn and look. It is the sick face. Years of experience tell me this.
"David, he's going to puke. Get him out."
David quickly escorts Noah to the bathroom where he almost makes it to the toilet.
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