Our daughter turned 10 last week. To celebrate, we threw her a “fondue extravaganza” birthday party. Along with the girlish, princess party decorations, we gave her a night to remember full of food, friends and…blue vomit.
Yes, one of our guests – our youngest guest – fell ill and threw up. And it was blue. As it turns out, the birthday cake she ate from an earlier party was heavy on the blue dye. After she threw up, our 6 year old son (who was ALSO at said birthday party earlier that day) threw up blue vomit. While my husband was teaching a dozen kids how to cook small pieces of meat on a skewer by dipping them into sizzling hot oil (whose idea was this?), I was scooping massive amounts of throw up off of the carpet with massive amounts of paper towels then spending a good 20 minutes with our handy dandy spot carpet cleaning machine, extracting the blue, cloud-shaped stain. (Ten points to mom for buying that little gadget a couple years back, knowing one day it would be a life saver!)
Our birthday girl basked in the glow of being the star for a day as her friends gathered to honor her (running, playing, chatting, laughing, screaming, blowing noise makers, showering our daughter with gifts and cheering her on as she makes a mess opening them – all surrounding the joys of fondue exploration). The birthday party is a memory she will never forget. The blue vomit is a memory I’ll never forget.
The joys of parenting continue!
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