Funny Now. At The Time? Not So Much.

Rascal had a case of "the barfies" yesterday. He went out with Tonester to have a little one on one time, came back home crying and ran to the bathroom where he got sick. 7 times (he counted, not me). I think he was car sick or just clearing out some sinus drip junk because he seemed instantly relieved physically - emotionally not so much.

Rascal has this little game that he goes through whenever he has any sort of ailment - whether it's the barfies, the hiccups or a mosquito bite. We sit and cuddle, I stroke his worried head and he starts his script:

"Do you still love me when I have the barfies?"
"Yes, I still love you when you have the barfies."
"Will you still love me if I barf on my bed?"
"Of course, I will still love you if you barf on your bed."

And then he comes up with all sorts of wacky stuff that's very reminiscent of the scene in The Jerk when Steve Martin has his break down and is picking up all sorts of stuff saying "and that's all I need..."

"Will you still love me if I barf on this remote?"
"Yes, I will still love you if you barf on the remote. Try not to though, ok?"
"Will you still love me if I barf all over the mirror on the wall?"
"Yes, I will still love you if you barf on the mirror on the wall. You'll need extra love then because I'm sure you'll be possessed if you can get barf way up on that mirror."
"Will you still love me if I barf on Domino's head?"
"Well, now that you mention it..."

And then I told him the true tale of "The Great Barfies Fest 2005".

Rascal was about 1.5 and Domino almost 3. Rascal had been throwing up that night and that morning. I was on the phone with the pediatrician and I had him on my hip, with his head leaning over my shoulder in a sickly baby lump.

Suddenly, he started to get sick down my back. AT THE EXACT SAME TIME I heard Domino start shrieking from the back of the house. I threw down the phone, raced down the hall with Rascal, barf covering my back and the hall floor as we ran, to find Domino standing in a pile of his own yuck. I bent down to soothe Domino, who launched on my feet, and Rascal turned his head and launched down my front and onto Domino's head. I started laughing, because it was that or completely freak out and sob, and then threw us all into the shower where the barf fest continued.

Telling the story to Rascal and Domino last night evoked laughs that I have never seen or heard before. Belly busting boy laughs. They delighted in the gross factor and the sound effects. They begged me tell the story over and over. Each time I made the noises louder and increased the yuck factor. I was like my own Farrelly Brothers comedy.

And when the laughter subsided I said:

"So yes Rascal. I will still love you if you barf on Domino's head."