I’ll have a side of vomit with my eggs, thanks

I took my three adorable kids to a diner for breakfast this morning (ages 8, 4, and 2) while my husband was out running a 10k. They were being so cute, sweet and patient as we waited for our food—- we were drawing pictures together on the back of the placemats, playing “I Spy” together... everyone was smiling at us and I felt like Super Mom.Then the food comes out and at that moment my 2yo hurled up the entire cup of milk he’d just drank. It went all over him, the booth, and the floor. In that moment we became the leper’s of the establishment and any high I was riding crashed, hard, into lumpy milky vomit.Isn’t it great when your kiddos make a scene in public ? via /r/Parenting http://bit.ly/30LJnNb