Today while driving across town to the SuperTarget, going 20 miles round trip to save $5.00 on milk, I looked into the back seat as Rabbit grumbled about not wanting to be in the car.

“Listen, sister, just close your eyes and snooze while we drive.  We’ll get a treat at the store and be home before you know it.” Rabbit shifted uncomfortably in her seat, the shoulder belt rubbing across her face. 

“I don’t feel good,” she said.  She frequently pulls the sick card when she doesn’t want to sit in the car, or when she isn’t getting her way.  She’d just gotten out of school and her usual routine was disrupted because we were out of milk.  I rolled my eyes.

“Mommy, I really don’t feel good, for real.”

Her face was more pale than usual.  I pushed the button to let her window down, and she gulped in a breath of fresh, sharp 15-degree air before I put the window back up.  It was stuffy in the car, after all.

An hour later, we were driving back home.  I had gotten some quick supper items, but it was still 6:30 when we pulled into the carport.  Rabbit trudged into the house and started vomiting in the hallway outside the bathroom.  I had been putting away groceries when she called out to me, and I found her standing in the bathroom looking alarmed.

“I throwed up!” she wailed, holding out her hands.  I washed her with a cloth, got her water to rinse her mouth, and put her in the shower.

“Oh, Bunny, I’m sorry!” I said.  “You should have told me you were going to throw up!”

“Well, I said I didn’t feel good!”

*sigh*