I took Emily down to the cafeteria so I could get some lunch. She was wearing the ladybug costume that the activity department gave her. She was a hit.
It was crowded and busy, filled with milling people. Standing in line for a sandwich, my kiddo projectile puked. Without any warning. She covered me, herself, the floor around us, and, I suspect, the guy in front of me in line.
It was a Cafeteria Smash.
Probably going home tomorrow.