This morning was our fantabulous playdate with Fuller’s BFF Luke (plus his mommy, my BFF Esther, and Ben who is attached to Esther most minutes of the day). Part one of our date was the Creative Discovery Museum. Fuller is becoming a pro at visiting and it was Luke’s first time. This caused a problem when Fuller wanted to go to his favorite spots and the rest of us wanted to give Luke the grand tour.

Fuller ended up crying for 75% of the time we were there. It wasn’t pretty.

But that isn’t the worst that happened.

We were visiting the special exhibit, Alice in Wonderland, which is on the second floor. I was trying to steer Fuller and friends out to the rooftop fun factory, so that his crying would float off toward space, and not bounce around with the other noises of the crowds. As we neared the door, we passed one of the tables that helps teach kids about parabales using a mini-golf analogies. Kids put the golf ball down a chute and it goes toward a hole. Fuller loves to hog the balls.

And some poor child had thrown up on one of the tables. Her mom was cleaning up the mess with baby wipes and most folks were staying away to give them privacy. Except Fuller.

As we were passing, Fuller ran up to that exact table (there are three), picked up a golf ball, and put it in his mouth. I shouted at him to take it out of his mouth.

Fuller immediately took the ball out, made “yuck” noises and looked at me like, “What did I do?”

Now, it isn’t like he is now missing a peptide or two, but he did put some other person’s vomit into his own mouth. The mom gave me a wipe to get any “yuck” off Fuller, but there wasn’t anything I could do really beyond getting him to drink water and run wild outside.

Thankfully, right now he is only dealing with a runny nose, which he has had for a few weeks now. But still, I’m keeping my eye on that one.

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