Last Friday, Alex came home from school wearing her "spare outfit" that I'd sent in, as requested, the first day of school.
I was surprised, since it's been a good long time since she's had any kind of potty accident.
I tried to be sensitive when asking her what had happened; I didn't want to cause her any added embarrassment.
Me: Alex, I see that you're wearing different clothes. Did something happen at school?
Me: Do you want to tell me what happened?
A: Maybe later.
Me: Do you know that I love you so much, no matter what?
Me: Okay, you can tell me when you're ready.
A: Okay, I'm ready.
There's a boy in my class name David. He sneezes a lot and has lots of boogers. I was the line leader, and he was standing really close behind me.
Then he sneezed and got his snot all over my shirt.
So I changed clothes.
Me: Excuse me while I vomit.
That was not what I was expecting.