Ok - so I know you probably don't want to be completely grossed out on this beautiful Friday morning...but I have a story I just HAVE to share:)
On Wednesday I picked Max up from the babysitter's and they told me that Max had puked in the kitchen halfway thru lunch. After he got sick - he acted perfectly fine all afternoon and played like a wild-man (like usual).
I thought that was pretty odd because he has only thrown up twice in his life, both times he had the stomach flu. So the investigation started...
Privite Eye Mama (me:)!! starting collecting the evidence and eventually came up with a main suspect: Papa Delbert!! Here's the story:
Papa Delbert offered to let Max sleep in on Wed. morning and then take him to the sitter's later. When Max woke up, this was the sequence of events:
- Max ate a bowl of cereal
- Papa took Max with him on his daily trip to the Essen Haus, and Max consumed a big plate of biscuits and gravy
- Max insisted on Papa buying him a King-size Snickers before leaving the restaurant...and Papa couldn't resist
- Max ate the entire King-size candy bar on the way to the sitter's
- As soon as Papa dropped Max off, lunch was being served at the sitter's. They were having one of Max's favorites, chili, so he ate one bowl and asked for seconds.
Halfway thru the 2nd bowl of chili, well, you can guess what happened.....
My sweet little guy just doesn't know when to stop, does he? He gets his love of food honestly, though:)