"Mommy, I'm sick. My tummy hurts," Grace said.
"I'm sorry baby. Do you want to go to the store with Mommy?" I said, like an idiot, thinking she was fine.
" Yes!" She replied, happily.
And we were off to the store to buy all the fixing's for ice cream Sundays.
We'll we tried, anyway.
We weren't even past the carts in the store when Grace puked....3 times.
I'm a fucking idiot.
Karma is a bitch, too.
Within 2 hours I was riding the flu train too.