Miss Rose and B and I went out for breakfast this morning.
It was late, so the lunch crowd was in full-force and it took quite awhile before our food was served. While we were waiting, Rosey had two packets of crackers, a large apple juice, a tea biscuit, and a glass of water.
When her pancake came she wasn't very enthusiastic about diving in. Then she spotted the maple syrup, and everything changed. She puddled syrup over everything in a three foot radius and shoveled it on in.
B and I were discussing refrigerators (we're in the market for one) when there was a chokey noise and then....Rosey threw up.
She's always had a stupendous gag reflex. Too much food, too much to drink with her food, stringy/long things like celery or noodles, chewy stuff like meat - all of these make Rosey erp. The only food we've been able to identify that makes her sick is yogurt, and we're not sure if that's the yogurt itself or aspartame.
I cupped my hands in front of her face and let her throw up in them. I didn't realize I was even doing it until B turned a pearly shade of yellow-green.
When she was through, she and I went to the bathroom to sanitize her face/my hands. She skipped back to the table where B sat, palely sipping his coffee. His plate was gone, as was hers, but my toast and sausage was still there. I dug in. R prattled about coloring as I finished my food, then we paid and left.
Halfway home B looked at me. 'You just...caught that in your hands.'
I nodded. Yep.
There was a silence.
Does that make me Supermom?
He coughed. 'Actually, most people would call that insane.'
What do you think?
'I think you're super insane.'
Well, I did marry him......Thanks, baby. Wanna hold hands? I scrubbed really good....