Mommy, Bean and Goobs are at the Play museum. There is a carousel on the way out and it is tradition that as they leave they ride it. Today is no different.
The last time they were at the play museum, Daddy was with them and he introduced Bean and Goobs to the tilt-a-whirl seat on the carousel. You know, that one that you can spin around really, really fast while the carousel is already going around in circles.
Bean: "Mommy, I want to go on the twirly seat. Let's all sit there. Then we can sit together. Daddy showed it to us."
Mommy: "Um, can't we just do the up and down horsies. The round and round one isn't my favorite."
Bean: "Oh Mommy, please. I love it. Love it! Daddy does it."
Mommy: (Not to be outdone by Daddy) "Ok, I guess."
They get on the carousel and sit in the twirly seat. Bean is in the seat next to Mommy, Goobs is on Mommy's lap. The ride starts.
Bean: "Kay Mommy, turn the wheel so we go round and round."
Mommy turns the wheel. Round and round they go.
Goobs: "Wheeeeee. Ma Ma. Go Round."
Bean: "Haaa haa. Yeah Mommy!"
Mommy: "Uhhhhh, ugh."
Bean: "More twirling Mommy! Twirl us again."
Mommy: (Makes sure she has a good grip on Goobs and shuts her eyes, hoping that if she can't see everything going around, maybe she won't feel it.) "Oh man, I think I might lose my lunch."
Bean: "What does it mean when you say 'lose your lunch' Mommy?"
Mommy: (Still twirling and spinning) "It's another way of saying throw up. Sometimes when people go on rides like this, it makes their tummy's upset and they feel sick."
Bean: "Oh. Does your tummy feel sick Mommy?"
All this tummy talk makes Goobs feel the need to reach down and try to pull up his shirt to reveal his tummy. He isn't able to untuck his own shirt, so in order to get his belly fix, he pulls up Mommy's shirt...on the carousel...while they are all spinning around and around and around.
Mommy: (Still twirling and quickly grabbing at her shirt) "Um, Goobs, let's leave Mommy's shirt alone. (Thinking to herself 'dear God, won't this ride ever end.) "Yes, I do feel sick. Bean, promise me you will remember this moment, and when you are an adult and mad at me about something, please remember that I took you on this. Please remember how green my face looks and know that I did this just because I love you."
Bean: "OK Mommy. I will remember when I am 12."