How do you know when it’s for real?

The Bandit told me several times today that his tummy was upset. You know what I said? “Eat your lunch.” Also popular was, “Uh huh, get your toys out of the living room,” and “Sorry to hear that.” We went to the Costco because we owed them $100 and needed toilet paper. On the way out, my family got pizza (I got lovely protein in the form of a chicken Caesar salad).

The boy told me again his tummy didn’t feel good and, again, I told him to eat his lunch.

Then he threw up all over my driveway. And again and again and again. Poor little man went to bed at 7:00 on his own volition.

I hate it when I’m a bad mommy.