Much ~ma, Zenkitty.

it is probably better that he learns to monitor himself sooner rather than later anyway.

This is the second or third time I've let him loose in a party type situation and he's made himelf sick. Carnivals and birthday parties - danger!

We just cancelled. Fortunately his friend has another summery get-together on July 2nd, so they'll be able to hangout and have fun at the water park.

Hec, when I was pregnant with Owen, we went to a street fair in DH's hometown, I think I managed to eat a taco potato, two shish kabobs, an apple dumpling, a taco salad, a chocolate coated fruit kabob, a lemon shake up, an elephant ear and a carmel apple before I finally lost it all. No cotton candy, though.

Some people never learn that self-restraint.

This one will definitely feature "almost got shagged" somewhere.

definitely en fuego!

Maybe the psychic wasn't on crack about abundance coming my way eventually. Not that this may be it, but you have to walk before youi can run. Allegedly. On the other topic, my stomach is just wonky. Tends to make most carnival food Sophie's Choice.

Thanks, everyone. I appreciate it.

Poor Emmett. At least he got sick from something fun, though!

I don't want to work. I've been working for 12 days straight. My brain is fried.

Some people never learn that self-restraint.

I kind of fear for Emmett in this regard. He's gotten similarly sick --usually through some deadly combination of soda, ice cream, and hot dogs though sometimes just from more ice cream than one mere mortal who's still in the single digits should have to cope with -- more times than I can count, and I haven't even lived with him three whole years yet. And he's miserable with the sick when it happens, weeping and pale and breaking your heart with the extremity of his agony. And then, the next time the opportunity presents itself, he's begging for the Foods Of Death as though all his future happiness and fulfillment depended on getting them. He's incredibly bright and sensitive about so very much, but his gastronomic learning curve is a long flat line.

Except for fur, there isn't much difference between little boys and puppies, and there's even less difference (as far as I can tell to date) between little boys and biggish boys, except for size.

sometimes just from more ice cream

Any chance he has a lactose intolerance, maybe a slight one that only gets triggered if he has way too much? Because the agonizing stomach aches sound very familiar.

It couldn't have been the cotton candy, since cotton candy is only pure, wholesome sugar.