 Never, I repeat, NEVER allow Emory on a tire swing again; because if you do, she will appear to have fun, squealing with joy, wanting more spinning and higher pushes until she tells you, "Your making my mouth sad, Mom," and "My throat is . . ." and is all of the sudden projectile vomiting all over herself, her new friend and the tire.  Then after you clean everyone up, as best you can, and start heading home, she'll tell you that, "It's never going to stop . . ." and starts at it again, this time till she's dry heaving.
Never, I repeat, NEVER allow Emory on a tire swing again; because if you do, she will appear to have fun, squealing with joy, wanting more spinning and higher pushes until she tells you, "Your making my mouth sad, Mom," and "My throat is . . ." and is all of the sudden projectile vomiting all over herself, her new friend and the tire.  Then after you clean everyone up, as best you can, and start heading home, she'll tell you that, "It's never going to stop . . ." and starts at it again, this time till she's dry heaving.Sorry to Corvallis for subjecting you to our sick way of christening, sorry to the kids who wanted to swing after us, sorry to Jaden who got caught in the crossfire, sorry to the people who'll find a fair amount of "strange-looking-granola-goo" on their driveway, and sorry to Emory for letting her swing on the tire swing, when I know that I ALWAYS got sick on them too as a child!
 




























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