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.

sj, it's possible. He didn't actually have any dairy last night, but this was one of the first times it's ever happened without a giant lactose overdose.

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cotton candy is only pure, wholesome sugar

In this case, pure, wholesome sugar with artificial sour apple flavoring added. Because there is no tasty treat so unhealthy that some enterprising soul can't find a way to make it even worse.

sj, it's possible. He didn't actually have any dairy last night, but this was one of the first times it's ever happened without a giant lactose overdose.

I thought he had ice cream, sorry. One of the other things I had a problem with when I was a kid was anything that had a lot of high fructose cornsyrup in it, especially fruit punch type drinks, would also make me sick. T had a lactose intolerance too and the same problem with those kinds of drinks.

Sometimes, the taste buds just outrule the stomach, you know? Like it's so damned good to taste these yummy foods that who cares if you're putting your stomach in jeopardy later. Besides, it's a 50-50 gamble and when there's sugar involved, I'll take those odds any day.

sj, I mean to answer you before; I'm not watching the game. Ben is, though. Pffffft on that. It would have ticked me off, too. The team Ben played against today had a girl on it. Reportedly, there are a few girls in Triple-A in our town. Julia's in the Rookie League though, and she's already not getting the attention she probably should (she's probably our most naturally athletic kid--the most at home in her body, anyhow) and Scott thinks it is because she is a girl, and her coach only has boys. I think part of it is Julia. She's used to doing great at everything without trying. When she has to try, she's less interested. Oops, she's just come in the room. Time to change the subject.

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It sounds like it only happens when Emmett's a complete piggy boy. I suspect that's the problem, more than any actual food he chooses to pig out on. That sausage was part of the menu--well, like Hec said, it was just a big, undigestible lump in his tummy.