Sunday morning came and we went to church with Diane and Rob.  They attend a local mega-church of 6000 members.  The service is broadcast over the local cable channel and the 2nd grade room had foos-ball tables (Max appreciated the “soccer in a box”).  The message was very good.

Aaron had developed a stomach issue but he was a trooper and went to church and to the Perez house for the family pictures.  It is theorized that he brought his own sickness with him, separate from what Max had, because he had almost no contact with Max.

After a rousing game of touch football we all piled into many cars for a Christmas (not holiday) lights display at a horse race track followed by a petting zoo and a miniature train display.  We had wanted to leave at 4:45p, but didn’t get out of the house until 5:05p.  We were a caravan of four and about 500 yards out of the driveway, one of the cars pulls into the clubhouse parking lot and Max and Toby race out of the car.  After Max had pee’d, we started again.  About a mile after this, one of the other drivers says that she needs to stop for gas.  At this time it is raining steadily.  We pull into a gas station and Lucy says ‘I gotta poop, dad’.  By the time we left the gas station, it was 5:40p and raining hard.  As the caravan pulls onto the freeway, I hear some barking from the back seat.  I turn around and Lucy is pulled as far forward as her 5 point harness will hold her and is barfing into her lap.  Rob is accelerating to freeway speed.  Lucy looks at me and says ‘I got barfs, dad’.  We pull over to the shoulder of the freeway.  The rain is beating down as we work to sort-of clean up Lucy and work to get Calvin and his car seat out from next to Lucy and into a non-sick car.

Rob and I head back to the Perez house with Lucy.  I ask her if her tummy hurts, and she says.  ‘Not anymore, I got out all my barfs.’  3 minutes later she is retching again.  Now Rob is driving home as quick as he can because the rain is sheeting down and we can’t roll down the windows.  Lucy’s barf stinks.  She is trying to convince us that she can still go see the Christmas lights as she barfs yet again into her lap.

You will have to ask Toby how her trip to the Christmas lights went.  I was home cleaning up barf.