Bring along a bucket!

The family went to lunch together yesterday.  Kids seemed fine, they had both just woken from a nap.  So it didn't surprise  me when Lexi was a bit cranky.  She laid down, as did Ian, but then she got up and just started to whine.  Next thing I  know, chunks of barf fly across my bow.  I take a look and the kid is puking.  I'm about to get up when another barrage comes.  No idea of where to project the vomit, I just give in.  The kid then pukes all on my work clothes.  All over my shirt, and then onto my pants.  I'm now sitting in a puddle of stomach goo.  I turn her to the table in an effort that maybe something there will contain the mess.  She pukes on the table in a last finale and gets some on the yummy bread.  I so wanted one more bite of the bread.

The restaurant was mostly empty.  There were two kids behind us and their mom said, "Mine was doing the same yesterday.  So I bring along a bucket.  Go ahead and use it if you need it, we haven't so far today."

Lexi didn't throw up the rest of the day.  Ian waited till 12AM for his attack all over our bed.  We thought he was fine, and yet there it was in plain red brown chunks.  I went and got the bucket.  After clean up he seemed fine, but the bucket stayed.  Sure enough 10 minutes later another storm of stomach fury; the difference?  We had the bucket so there was no cleanup, just a dump in the toilet and wipe of the chin.  Thank you other mom at the table behind us!