A Thanksgiving to Remember

We were anticipating my mother coming up to visit us this week, but it didn’t happen.  Since it was just the four of us, we decided it’s impractical to try cooking a big meal since we’d have too many left overs (and honestly neither of us felt like cooking).  So we headed out to Golden Corral for our Turkey Day feast.

After eating two platefuls, Nate said he wanted ice cream, but his stomach was hurting.  We assured him that he can wait a few minutes for his stomach to settle and he can have the ice cream when he’s ready.  But over time it didn’t get better.  He slumped in his chair and even yelled “My stomach hurts”, mad that we weren’t fixing it.  He earned our sympathy and we tried comforting him, but eventually he got to the point where he insisted “No talking”, just wanted to be left alone.  That’s when we knew this got serious and I encouraged him to come with me to the restroom.  But he refused and tried getting as comfortable as he could in the chair.  Not two minutes later he says “I have to throw up” and begins to do so.  Our waiter earned every penny of his tip as he tried to help out and insisted he didn’t mind cleaning up (said he had 9 children of his own).

So would I be a horrible dad if I had forced him to the restroom before things blew up?

~ by Daniel Koster on November 23, 2007.