[M.D. Holloway]

So last night during the Scout meeting I get a call from Lisa,

Me: "Hi sweetie, what's up?"
Her: garbled talk "Mike, agh…'you gotta come home'…agh..'OK'…agh…blurp…'Bye'.
She hangs up.

Max is just finishing up his Board of Review for 1st Class - nails it. So I tell Max we got to scram. We head home and as we are walking through the back hall he stops and looks at me and says "Dad, I smell puke."

The events that occurred while we were at Scouts can only be described as a cascade of superlative events. As you may or may not be aware, Emma (our 7 year old) has been suffering with tummy issues. We are not sure what is the cause but besides chronic tummy aches every day she has now developed what appears to be a violent reaction to ice cream. She has no issues with milk, yogurt or cheese but ice cream makes her vomit. Well it just so happens that ice cream is her absolute favorite food in the whole world.

Last night she felt brave and while we were at Scouts decide to try some Ben and Jerry's Fish Food. Within 10 minutes of eating a small bowl she couldn't keep it down. Try as she might, she just couldn't make it to the bathroom and vomited on the kitchen tile. Lisa (who has an extra sensitive sense of smell) lets out a loud gasp of horror to which Snoopy (our old, semi-incontentant Rat Terrier) filled with angst proceeds to urinate on the floor. In all this excitement Indy (our 1 year old Chocolate Lab) decides that the pile of ice cream puke would make a nice snack and proceeds to eat it. The sight of this combined with the smell of Rat Terrier urine sends Lisa into a vomiting fit.

Emma, not wanting to have Snoopy pee any more sends her into the back yard (now mind you, we are getting a new fence put in so we only have metal posts between our yard and the neighbors). Snoopy, while she is old is still a Rat Terrier and prone to picking up a scent and following to the ends of the Earth if not stopped. While Emma puts Snoopy in the back, Lisa finds the strength to get Indy away from the puke pile and crate him. She now realizes that while Indy is all taken care of, Snoopy is most likely running around the back forty. She scrambles her way down the stairs to get Snoopy but slips on some puke and cracks her knee and bumps her head.

Max and I witness the result of these events. A puddle of dog piss, two different piles of 1/2 eaten vomit - one rich in Ben and Jerry's Fish Food ice cream and the other something my wife had, a goofy Lab with a stupid look on his vomit stained face, a wife with a throbbing head and bruised knee and a little girl feeling just awful

He takes one look at me and says "We should have stayed at Scouts…"