Sunday at the dinner table, we were discussing things we have vomited and rating the return trips on a worst to best scale. (What? You don't do this? You must not have sons).
Ethan, 23, said Popsicles made the most pleasant return trip. Then he paused and said, "You always got us Popsicles when we were sick. Thanks, Mom."
Words of appreciation are sweet indeed. You can be thankful that I didn't share about the worst things to barf.
Here's your wild card.