Picture it: Iowa, late last week:
An extended family sitting down for lunch. Great-grandparents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, and nephews.
There is sunlight coming through the kitchen windows, making each filled water glass sparkle.
The table is covered with a beautiful lace tablecloth. There is chicken and potatoes, fresh salad, hot biscuits, and pie for dessert.
After saying a prayer the happy family begins dishing food onto their plates.
That's when the dark-haired three-year-old boy, sitting next to his unsuspecting mother, decides to throw up directly onto the table.
Believe me when I say...it was one of the worst moments of my life. I don't know if I'll ever be able to think of it without cringing.
1 comment:
Poor Sam! Poor Mama! I hope he (and Mama) got to eat.
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