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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Rambi who wrote (47149)	2/21/2000 1:13:00 PM
From: epicure	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

Here's a story for you and it's all true. Yesterday was son's bowling party. Unfortunately all the kids were sick- but they SWORE they were feeling better. Or at least well enough to attend the party. Of course they were all coughing like seals. But I gave them lots of cough medicine, and had them suck on hard candies to keep the coughing down(atomic fireballs work really well). So we got to the bowling alley- two boys had cancelled, they were sick. But I had brought my girls to "fill in" so we had a full table. Most of the boys were autistic, my son isn't but we'd invited his friends from school. Ever been bowling with autistic kids? They did seem to have a good time. And they did put us at the very end of the bowling alley so we didn't distract other people. Unfortunately there was a little walkway by our end lane that led to the area behind the pins. Some of the boys kept wandering away down that lane, and one boy bowled his ball down there. "I'm sure it won't matter," I said "this IS a bowling alley. I;m sure they're used to all sorts of things happening here." I hope that was true. And one boy liked to walk with his ball, which was moving very slowly, up to the pins. Like walking a dog. So we bowled 10 games and my son was comatose from the cough medicine. I had to wake him up once for his turn. So I started giving him ice chips. Lots of ice chips. then we had hot dogs and cake. My son who normally loves deserts only took one bite of cake. I should have been worried, but I just urged him to drink- fluids, fluids, keep that cough down. So everyone left a little early except for the twins whose dad was a bit late. My daughter (older one) was groaning about how her side hurt. She kept mumbling darkly about appendicitis. And my son kept asking "When can we go home?" and then he'd say "I want to go HOME". So I waited and waited and waited, and after 1/2 hour the twins parents came. And I hustled the kids out to the parking lot. It had begun to pour and we weren't parked close. We hustled, and suddenly I realized son wasn't there. No, he was throwing up. Oh dear. I DID notice he doesn't chew his food very well. We've had a little talk about that since, but at the time I was just trying to keep him moving toward the car. Step step step barf, step step step barf. You know. So we get to the car and my oldest daughter says- "I feel sick. It made me sick watching Pat." "WHY were you watching him" I said. That was a trifle irrational. But really, why was she? SO SHE started throwing up (she chews her food, I might add) and then Pat started up again and my nice leather Bass loafers got soaked becuase there was a RIVER running under my car and I stepped in it 4 or 5 times. The little one, bless her, did NOT throw up. Plastic bags were found for the ride home for "emergencies" of which we had one. I told the kids in the car how we WOULD laugh about this later. How this would be memorable. My oldest daughter was not convinced. But I really think, that with the passage of time, it WILL be funny. What do you think?