So let me paint the picture.
It’s a bright sunny day, the birds are trilling in the trees, winter jackets have been shunned for summer shorts and frocks and all is well with the world.
As the month suggests Autumn but the heat suggests spring we have jumped in the car and headed to the local garden centre to look at some additions for our garden; the children are behaving reasonably well and because this is a more well to do garden centre we head inside for an over priced cup of tea and a play in the small soft play area.
It’s all going well, I and a friend are enjoying a lovely cup of rosy lee and our combined six children are giggling in and amongst the soft blocks and ball pools of fun. Even BB is playing well with her five-year supervisor sister in charge.
Suddenly the mood changes, the tempo of the cafe speeds up, the air becomes fraught with tension. Out of the corner of my eye I see Twin Girl hurtling towards me, hand cupped over her mouth, eyes wide with terror. I leap from my seat already asking what’s wrong? She signals to her mouth, cheeks bulging.
“Is it your tooth, did it fall out?” I say with a taste of trepidation is my throat. I strongly dislike blood and fear should a tooth dislodge itself from my daughters gum it would mean a degree of bleeding.
But Twin girl shakes her head and jumps up and down angrily with frustration and gestures again at her mouth.
I repeat, as I have no other options, and am rather silly “is it your tooth?” – In retort she tilts her head back opens her head and shows a bloodless mouth.
My patience ends (I have never claimed to have much), “what is it? Just tell me,” I snap as Twin Girl looks at me with desperation, turns a shade of green and promptly vomits on my feet shouting out the words as she retches “I’m sick”
Just for the record, I was wearing open toed shoes…..