Where is the worst place to puke?!

So today was an eventful day. Gunner did wake up with a runny diaper, but when asked if he felt sick he said, "No, I not sick!" He was happy, no fever, ate breakfast, drank a full juice-cup. Things seemed fine.

Off to church we went. We made it until the sacrament was passed, when Gunner tells me, "my mouth hurts". Then we hear him poop. I figured the mouth hurting was probably acid from pooping. He says rather loudly, "I poopy...change my bumb?" Andrew informs him he'll do it after the sacrament.

Andrew brings him back in, and he is happily playing with animals. Then he turns to me and says, "My mouth hurts. I spit?" I hold out my hand, and he spits in my hand. Then he looks up at me and then it came. A big puke right on his toys/bench. Andrew puts his hands up to catch more puke (not knowing what he'd do with it once he caught it). I grabbed the grocery sack with the nursery snack in it, dumped the snack out, and caught half of the next shot. The other half gets on his shirt/pants, Andrew's tie/pants/shirt, and the corner of my skirt. The next two shots make it into the grocery sack.

Of course we were sitting in our normal spot, the row right behind the sacrament boys, to minimize distractions of other people/kids. The poor speaker who got to watch this whole episode! The lady right behind us jets to the back row. Luckily a nice guy (who doesn't even have kids), came running in with a whole roll of paper towels and a bottle of disinfectant. Another family grabbed Cooper to sit with them, and another lady (39 weeks pregnant) comes running in with a garbage can. I just sat there with Gunner on my lap and the grocery sack at his mouth. Eventually, we made it out of the chapel. Andrew got a few hot rags from the kitchen to finish the clean-up.

I tried to get Gunner to sit on my lap in the foyer, but he wanted to run around. I said, "Gunner, you're sick". He would answer, "No, I not sick!" When Andrew finally came out he said, "There's a story for the blog!" :)

Andrew took him home, I wiped off my skirt and stayed at church with Cooper (the Primary Presidency had just changed today...except I am still the secretary, so I felt bad leaving during the turnover).

Gunner came home, asked for popcorn, juice, soup, and wanted to play golf and bowling. He hasn't acted any different, and doesn't have a fever. Hopefully he gets completely better before he gets worse. He did take a 3-hour nap. Hopefully the rest of us don't get sick, since we have our friends coming into town this week!

Could there be a worse place to puke?!