Connor: ...pontificating about the world around him...the people around him...pretty much saying anything - and I can't say that anyone in the car was actually listening at this point in the ride and then?
silence. SILENCE. In my car...for five seconds...there was silence. And nobody was sleeping.
Elaine: Ed, is Helen OK?
Ed: Helen, you OK back there?
Helen: Yes.
Ed: She's OK.
Elaine: No she's not. She's never quiet when Connor stops talking. Connor, is your sister OK back there?
Connor: No, Mommy. Helen just threw up all over herself.
Ed, leans into backseat to see what's going on, even though the smell of puke is now penetrating through the car. Yeah, you guessed it, Helen is covered in vomit.
But as soon as we get out of the car? Helen is laughing away, as if nothing ever happened. And I have to admit, I didn't even get to enjoy the five seconds of silence because I was too busy worrying something was wrong. Sheesh.
Mommy instincts v. father instincts! Great stuff.
ReplyDeleteIs it typical of Connor to be quiet when Helen throws up like that? Is he trying to figure out whether it's something he should tattle about or not?
(Suddenly I can imagine them as teenagers experimenting with drink, and Connor very sweetly not telling on who whoopsed on your tomatoes.)
Aaaah - gotta love the motion sickness.
ReplyDeleteTks God for big brother and mom's instinct
ReplyDeleteMom's know best---these horrible cliches are cliches for a reason aren't they?!
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