This is an old story, it just keeps repeating itself. Yesterday the boys had to have molds of their teeth taken at the orthodontist. I had a long talk with Henry about relaxing, deep breaths, etc. I didn't give him a gallon ziploc.

"Mrs. Henrysmom, could we see you in Henry's examining room for a moment?"

"Dang it!" I said under my breath, only it wasn't really "dang it". I walked back there, and there was Henry, covered in vomit from head-to-shoes (which somehow were also leaking barf). I didn't have a stitch of extra clothes for him, the only thing I could find in the car was a pink flowered sweater of the girls' and a towel. I stripped him and covered him in the towel, because he still had to do the molds. I held a bowl while he continued to barf while the molds were in his mouth. And also? The smell? Soo not good. Why didn't I let him stop, you ask? Because I had just written a BIG ASS CHECK to these people, and by golly, I was going to get my money's worth. Also, I knew if we came back another day, the same thing would happen. Well, we successfully (?) took the molds and Henry came out to the waiting room wearing nothing but a towel and a pink sweater while we waited for Jack's turn. Meanwhile, Olivia is dancing around in her gold glitter shoes, leaving little gold sparkles everywhere. When Jack came out, he looked a little green.

"Mom, they put me in Henry's room. Next time I'm going first."

We left in a cloud of vomit fumes and gold glitter. Want to invite us to a party?