Puke is for meanies...

So Friday evening, we picked up mac&cheese for Em in Frisco. Turned out it must have been bad, somehow (I heartily don't recommend Smiling Moose.) Friday night was spent with me & P cleaning up after Em threw up in her bed, all over herself, etc. Saturday morning, she seemed a lot better, but was a bit embarrassed by the whole situation.

Em: I don't like puking in front of my parents.
Me: But love, who else is going to take care of you like we do? Who would you rather get sick in front of?
Em: Mean people.