We had my husband's sister fly down to meet us on one trip. Grown adult, mid twenties, highly educated, no kids, no significant other. My then 4 year old came down with strep throat and she started running a fever about 1 hour after we got into Universal (she wanted to try 'something else besides Disney-that should have been my first warning).
My husband said to her, we're going to run Isabel back to the hotel and see what's going on, do you want to come with us or stay at the park and we'll pick you up in a few hours? She says she'll stay at the park. We get back to the room, take Isabel over to the doc in the box where they set her up with some antibiotics (she's had it before, we knew the drill) and she's got some motrin in her and sleeping in the room, we figure in another 24 hours she won't be contagious, she'll be feeling better, and we can pick up where we left off.
I went to pick up the SIL at the park and she gets in the car and says, "I called and changed my flight, I'm going home." I looked at her, totally shocked, and said, "why?!" and she replied coolly, "It's no fun to be on vacation with a sick kid." I was steaming. I did make her take a taxi to the airport, though, I explained that we needed to stay with Isabel. Needless to say, we didn't ask the SIL on the next trip down.
One addendum to the 'where to puke' theory. I agree with the get it all out in one spot, UNLESS it's in a queue line. We stood in a bus queue for the all star around midnight a few months ago RIGHT IN FRONT of a huge pool of barf. People had to jump over it, moms had to have help getting kids out of the strollers to lift the strollers over it, etc. It was *bad*.
And the worst part was, the kid that did it was about 5 feet from a convenient set of bushes! It was so bad it actually caused a few cases of collateral retching-we were like, argh, keep it down, get on the bus!
Now back to your lunches....
