So picture this...
Saturday night. Lynda's prepared a nice roast chicken.
I've gone to the kitchen added some chicken, some salad and a bread roll to my plate and gone to sit down.
As I'm opening a bottle of wine, Ben takes his first mouthful of sausage. (Kids get sausages. They don't eat nice stuff).
Just then, Ben chokes on his sausage and gags. His reflex response is to vomit ALL OVER THE BLOODY DINNER TABLE.
Now he had just had a bottle , so picture the Exorcist spewing a 30 second vomit all over the nice meal you were about to eat.
My meal, Ben's and Melanie's copped it. (Lynda has not put hers on the table yet).
So, choosing not to eat a side of vomit with my chicken, I scraped all meals into the bin, cleaned up the mess with a couple of towels and then started preparing dinner again.
Ah, the joys of parenting.
Lee :-)
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