Heave Ho

We have to attend church on Sunday evenings in order to make the protestant service we like. It seems there is always an excuse not to go, so I was rather insistent on our going last night even though Cal didn't feel well. Shots on Friday were what I blamed. We dropped Max in the nursery and kept Cal with us just in case the situation deteriorated further. Prophetic we were, because we hadn't even made it past the announcements when Cal coughed and then promptly upchucked everything (and I do mean everything) he had just eaten for dinner. Three heaves later, he and I were both a little startled at the amount of green beans that projected from his stomach and that fortunately landed in his woobie and overcoat. As the crying commenced, we bowed our heads, avoided eye contact, and made our exit. The way we figure it, we think we only grossed out the back 1/3 of the church. We'll find a new place to sit next week.