Always believe your children...

Tonight, on the way home from swimming lessons, Meg told me that she needed to throw up. The conversation went something like this...

Meg: My tummy hurts.
Me: What's wrong?
Meg: I'm going to throw up
Me: Can you wait until we get home?
Meg: Yes.
Me: OK.

Fast forward to the minute we arrive home...

Meg: My tummy still hurts. (as she's holding her hands over her mouth)
Me: Do you need to throw up?
Meg: Yes.

Turns out, she wasn't fibbing. Apparently, she drank a lot of water tonight at swimming. On top of her tummy bothering her at school today, I guess the pool water did her in.

She's now curled up on the couch with her daddy drinking some Gatorade. She's had a bath, so I hope that she'll be better in the morning.