So, my son comes home from school and says, “I got puked on today.”
“What’s that??” I ask.
“I was in gym and some girl goes running and throws up all over my pants.”
“Did you change?”
“No. They told me to clean up. So I did.” He says.
But he sat in the vomit all day – and never changed. That is so gross. I don’t know if I am upset with him or the school. They have a room with extra clothing – so he could have changed or called home and I would run him pants. However, he didn’t seem too bothered with it – as he took off pants and left them on the kitchen floor.
However, my teen daughter is doing an internship this week and I said – Mason got puked on – guess who by? She names the girl – because she is working with her dad and heard she puked on some boy and was embarrassed. This is how I know I live in a small town. Oy vey!