My Hands Are Overflowing

There are some times when your instincts kick in that you are very thankful - swerving to avoid an object in the road, ducking as a ball comes flying at your head. Then there are times when you act on instinct and then regret your actions. There is a short background necessary to this story to fully appreciate it. Apparently God has a wicked sense of humor. My greatest phobia in all of creation is vomiting. I would literally go to a hotel when my mother got the stomach flu. So God, in his infinite wisdom and with his sense of humor, has blessed me with beautiful children in my class who are proficient at what? Any guesses? Yep, vomiting. Last year it was such a common occurrence we had blue buckets stationed around the classroom to catch it. Nice. In summer school a child vomited on my feet. Thanks. So tonight I am babysitting for my blue eyed boy, who has done his share of vomiting at school. He has to keep up with his peers you know. He was complaining a bit this evening as we watched his choice of movies and so I was letting him sit on my lap. Any guesses what beautiful boy did? It is obvious. What is not obvious (or might be by the title of this post) is how I reacted. In an act of pure instinct, and in direct imitation of something that two days ago I swore I would never do, I stuck my hands under his mouth and caught it. Um, nasty does not even begin to cover it. He seemed satisfied with himself and I had a nice handful of his dinner. I deposited it on his sheet on the floor and positioned him so that any more returns would land on his sheet and not on me. After making sure that he was done with his review of dinner I cleaned him up (easy, I wiped his mouth), folded the sheet, and ran to wash my hands. I think after that I have earned some kind of bravery medal. Who would ever expect such cute creatures to be so disgusting? :) And who knew I could catch so well with my bare hands?