Poor Pookie is sick today. We were supposed to go to Wisconsin and decorate Grandma’s Christmas Tree, but he threw up just as we were getting ready to leave. When Pookie is sick its always an interesting time. He has some personality quirks that come out in these situations, but we have learned to muddle through.
- First, why crouch over the toilet when you have to throw up? Toilets are gross, why would someone want to stick their head down there, says Pookie. So, he stands tall, right in front of the toilet, leans very very slightly forward and throws up. That leaves the vomit with a nearly 4 foot road to travel before it hits the water line. Caution: Some splashing may occur.
- Second, sinks are nearly the same as toilets, right?
- Third, when you are sick…don’t eat. But when you feel better…eat an entire party-sized meal immediately. And a giant glass of milk…and maybe some popcorn with ranch seasoning salt.
- Fourth, when you are sick, its best to make a list (out loud) of all the things you would rather be doing…over and over and over again. Caution: Some moaning may occur.
Pookie actually got sick while we were in Florida, on Thanksgiving, in fact. We had been to Epcot and had our Thanksgiving lunch at the Restaurant Marakech. Giggles got a belly dancing lesson and the food was pretty good in my opinion. Pookie ate slowly, but we chalked it up to the fact that his lunch was a chicken kabob and it took some skill to maneuver.
Afterwards we walked thru Epcot, he ate a bag of chocolate coins and we rode a few rides. On the way “home” we stopped at the Polynesian Hotel to try a Dole Whip. The kids didn’t want one, and had Mouse-shaped treats instead. Pookie had a giant Ice Cream Sandwhich, Geetle a Mickey-inspired cupcake, and Giggles had a Rice Krispie Treat on a stick. Everyone was happy…see the happy boy in the picture?
Well, he threw that up in the back seat of the rental car about 30 minutes later.
Tan interior. Chocolate ice cream sandwich. Rental car.
Somehow I was able to clean it up on the side of the highway with just a small pack of anti-bacterial hand wipes. Aunt Kel and BAGD made me throw the sicky bag out of the car window on the side of the road instead of taking it to the garbage can at the nearest exit. I’m still very sorry about that Florida. I am not a litterbug.
Anyway, after up-chucking his Mickey Mouse Ice Cream Sandwich, Pookie ate a personal pan pizza about 30 minutes later. He told us he was fine, so we let him do it. And it turns out he was right.
For the past 10 years we have let him be in charge of that. If he says he doesn’t want to eat, we don’t force him, because we know he would eat just to make us happy, even if he was sick. And when he says he is well, we let him eat normally. He has a very high accuracy rate in this regard. In fact, I don’t think he has ever been wrong.
Today, ate breakfast at 7:30. He threw up at 8:30. I offered him a popsicle at 10:00. He said yes. I offered him 3 mini graham crackers at 11:00. He said yes. I think he expects to eat lunch in a little while…and we will let him.