I can vividly remember going to school in the second grade and standing in the school lunch line feeling fine when all of a sudden my body let out the rumbliest burp it had ever released before and since. I stood there in the school lunch line with my tray sitting on the tray slider thing when the school lunch lady looked at me and said, “You must not be feeling very well.”
I thought about what the lunch lady said and I dismissed it as nothing more than a lunch lady just being a lunch lady. I continued on down the line as I collected my food. As I reached the stack of mile that was placed at the end of the tray line, I finally felt what the lunch lady had been talking about.
I have no idea how the lunch lady knew something was wrong. I’ve never burped since and ended up sick shortly thereafter. It make me wonder if that lunch lady had some kind of super power for diagnosing kids’ sickness.
The effects were coming on fast, so I dropped my tray on the floor and ran towards my second grade class. I made it around the corner and headed down the hallway when I finally realized that I wasn’t going to make it to my classroom and that even if I did make it to my classroom it wouldn’t do me any good. I quickly raised my hand to my mouth and tried to prevent myself from throwing up right there in the middle of the carpeted hallway.
No dice. I heaved all over that hallway floor, and that was the last time I heaved in school.
Last week it was Addie’s turn.
I was set to run to an afternoon court hearing when my cellphone started to ring. Not recognizing the number I answered the phone. The school nurse at Addie’s school was on the other end. She explained to me that Addie had thrown up in the middle of her class in front of all of the other students and that somebody needed to come get Addie.
Casey felt bad and wondered if Addie would be embarrassed because she threw up in front of her entire class. I explained to Casey how I had thrown up when I was in second grade and didn’t think anything else about it. Come to find out Casey had also had a similar experience. Maybe it’s like a rite of passage, who knows?
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