Upon arriving home from mid-day errands: Guess what's for lunch? Sushi! Lots and lots of sushi! Look, Amiri, your favourite: smoked salmon.
Eating and eating his wonderful lunch. Six or seven pieces: salmon, avocado, lettuce, rice, and seaweed. One or two sweet-corn rolls too. What a good boy. We are so proud of how you've been such an enthusiastic eater. Now, naptime.
And multiple attempts at getting out of naptime: I'm thirsty. I'm not sleepy. My tummy hurts. Arram is kicking me. The motorcycle outside was too noisy.
Upon being let out of the defiantly sleepless interval in his room: Daddy, my tummy still hurts. Oh. Owww. It hurts--little hands clamp desperately over mouth--a second of terrible, anticipatory dancing-- then--GLUUUUUUURP.
Oh, God, it was like a strafing run.
Daddy's lap took a direct hit. Significant collateral damage to the couch. A moment to re-load, and devastation rained down on the carpet. Mama appeared with a hastily-grabbed towel that caught much of Round Three, but the erratic motion of the Source (maybe if I scoot backward fast enough I can outrun it) resulted in significant shrapnel damage to the lower limbs of all troops.
A quick hustle to the bathroom and the vomiting finishes up neatly into the toilet. Silkwoods all around. Clothes changes. Stash children on the clean couch with water to drink and nearby buckets and towels on their laps, just in case. Then, the damage assessors move in: early estimates point to a Level Twelve Sanitation Emergency. Unfortunately there is no ready-made cleaning product for removing half-digested fatty raw fish from carpet and upholstery, so improvisational engineering includes buckets, gloves, scrub brushes, and grim-faced determination.
The current situation has stabilised and reports from Tummy Central suggest that no further incidents are to be expected tonight. Olfactory sensors have been deployed for ongoing environmental monitoring.
Eating and eating his wonderful lunch. Six or seven pieces: salmon, avocado, lettuce, rice, and seaweed. One or two sweet-corn rolls too. What a good boy. We are so proud of how you've been such an enthusiastic eater. Now, naptime.
And multiple attempts at getting out of naptime: I'm thirsty. I'm not sleepy. My tummy hurts. Arram is kicking me. The motorcycle outside was too noisy.
Upon being let out of the defiantly sleepless interval in his room: Daddy, my tummy still hurts. Oh. Owww. It hurts--little hands clamp desperately over mouth--a second of terrible, anticipatory dancing-- then--GLUUUUUUURP.
Oh, God, it was like a strafing run.
Daddy's lap took a direct hit. Significant collateral damage to the couch. A moment to re-load, and devastation rained down on the carpet. Mama appeared with a hastily-grabbed towel that caught much of Round Three, but the erratic motion of the Source (maybe if I scoot backward fast enough I can outrun it) resulted in significant shrapnel damage to the lower limbs of all troops.
A quick hustle to the bathroom and the vomiting finishes up neatly into the toilet. Silkwoods all around. Clothes changes. Stash children on the clean couch with water to drink and nearby buckets and towels on their laps, just in case. Then, the damage assessors move in: early estimates point to a Level Twelve Sanitation Emergency. Unfortunately there is no ready-made cleaning product for removing half-digested fatty raw fish from carpet and upholstery, so improvisational engineering includes buckets, gloves, scrub brushes, and grim-faced determination.
The current situation has stabilised and reports from Tummy Central suggest that no further incidents are to be expected tonight. Olfactory sensors have been deployed for ongoing environmental monitoring.
5 comments:
Wow. What an afternoon. Well Said. Dramatic descriptions. How was Arram? Only Amiri who was sick? Reminds me of how much I loved avocado....six week study trip to Mexico in 1972...Loved avocado! Later, 1982..horribile back lash.
Only Amiri was affected. Arram was fine, but then he didn't have any of the salmon. Daddy did, but apparently his rough and tough adult digestive system could handle it.
Now it's the next morning and Amiri is energetic and HUNGRY. He says he feels good. But is requesting to stay home from school anyway.
I am so glad that Amiri is doing just fine. You and Adnan are likely a different story. Your description was hilarious but I know it wasn't funny. I was hoping that Amiri would not lose his love of fish from it. You are a different story on that. Tim did this once to me with some type of hamburger stuff but the projectile vomit was the same. I still vividly remember it since I was about age 12.
Didn't refuse to stay home for TOO long.
@Aunt McKenzie-- yes, a little traumatized from the ordeal! At least there's no lasting impact on the carpet.
@Staying-- glad you guys had a nice day.
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