Not So Fast

We made a terrible miscalculation on Monday. In spite of Max's seemingly substantial recovery on Sunday, on Monday he seemed a lot more tired. I figured he had probably done a bit too much the day before, but otherwise didn't think much of it. Just thought he was worn out. Feeling the need to get out of the house, and even thinking it would do him good, we went to supper in Annapolis, once there opting to go to the Irish restaurant on Main street, the name of which is escaping me at the moment. It was a little smokey, and I was a little concerned about that, but not enough to stop us from eating there. Max looked very tired and didn't want to eat, but for some inexplicable reason we still just thought he was tired and that was it. After our meal, as we were getting up to leave, Max took one sip of his soda, the only sip he took, and immediately threw up terribly. It was really awful. We felt really, really horrible about having taken him there.

Of course he did feel better after having thrown up. The boys had really wanted to see the boats, it's what they were waiting for, and were pretty upset that we weren't going to be able to, so we made a quick drive by of the docks to get a glimpse of them, but then headed home as fast as we could. Chalk it up as one collosal parental failing, hopefully not to be duplicated. Tuesday Max seemed much better again, and so far so good, but we'll remain a bit cautious over the next several days.

The Ehrlic First Lady was there at the restaurant with us when all this transpired, along with three other important looking people. Bek suggested that perhaps she was the cause of the night's events. The thought of this happening while she was watching gave us a bit of a laugh, which we certainly needed. So thank you Kendel for being present. Are you reading this Great Aunt Mary? This is for you.