Tis the season to worship the porcelean throne.

The other day Diana and I had the following conversation:

Me: How was school today?

Diana: It was good, but when we went out to recess Talia barfed all over on the playground, then we went into the cafeteria and Jasmine barfed in her lunch box, and then we went back to class and Alexandra barfed there. It was a crazy, throwing up day.

Me: (throwing up a little in my mouth) That sounds just awful.

Diana: I know and poooooor Mrs. B (school nurse). I feel sooooo sorry for her.

How sweet is that, she felt bad for the school nurse. I spoke to the nurse the next day, and she told me that 9 kids had tossed their cookies that day. And then Diana's teacher came down with it, and had to cancel our parent teacher conference that was rescheduled from when we had a snow day.

So far our house has been spared from this infectious disease, but now that I have posted about it and mocked the Gods of Nausea, I better get the buckets out. People should start puking any minute. Actually, zip lock backs are amazing for containing the mess and smell of vomit. Just so you know, especially in the car. Words to live by. And good thing I just bought a new case. My preparedness just might stave off the fates of murphy's law.