So I got really sick at the beginning of my pregnancy, (like most women do) and was quite the vomiter. Well my sweet oldest child who was 2 at the time was still in the phase of following me every where I went and my runs to "pray to the porcelain gods" was no different. But the funny part is that he got such a kick out of watching me vomit, frequently shouting out some oohs, and ahhs, and then always cheering after I had stopped, "do it again Mommy!!!".
And I always did.