By: Adam Sutton
Quinn wasn’t feeling too hot after school today, so we were letting her rest on the couch, watching some TV. I was reading and Adrienne was making dinner. Suddenly, I heard Adrienne yelling, “Adam, Adam!”
I bolted upright and saw Quinn rushing towards the bathroom. Adrienne was ahead of me and got to Quinn blowing chunks all over the kitchen floor first. Lucky her.
Adrienne escorted her to the bathroom while I grabbed paper towels to begin cleaning and disinfecting. As I rushed towards the puke site, my feet flew out from under me. I landed in a puddle of vomit. Laying there in pain trying to decide whether I had it in me to laugh at this or not, Brooke saddled by on her way to getting a juice box from the fridge. Once she got it, she walked right past papa in the puke. Not even a glance my way.