We headed to Chick fil A for dinner — a usual fun spot since it’s cheap, they have the play area and Joseph and I can sit and talk while the girls play.
Unfortunately, our plans didn’t work quite like we expected.
As we were standing at the counter, I hear, from below me … in a sweet, soft voice …
“Mommy?”
and when I looked down, Emi threw up all over the counter. Ewwwwwww!
We ran to the bathroom figuring there was more to come – but nothing and she was fine AND hungry!
I decided, on the spot, we were going home. Chick fil A had ALL the food ready for us and out we went.
Em did eat some (despite my wishing she wouldn’t) and proceeded to throw it up too a few hours later, but a night of rest seemed to have fixed it.
And, luckily for us … no one else got it! Woohoo!