Do you think we'll get invited back?

We went to a dinner for Mark's work at his boss's house in Highland. They have a beautiful brand new home and all in all it was really fun. I finally got to meet all of the people that he works with.

So, here comes the good part. Conner kept coming upstairs saying that he needed to go to the bathroom. Mark took his three times probably in about 20 minutes. Well, pretty soon Conner told Mark that his throat hurt. Mark didn't know what to do, so he sent him over to me. Right as he was walking towards me I saw his face go completely pale. And BLAH! Projectile throw up everywhere, in front of everyone and all the food. Mark helped Conner finish throwing up in the garbage can, because someone was in the bathroom, while I frantically tried to clean up the mess on the floor.

Everyone was really nice about it though, I just felt so bad. Especially for all of the people there without kids. I'm sure it was a nice look into their future.

We left right away and Conner was just fine on the way home. He was laughing, playing games, and telling me that he didn't want to listen to my soft Christmas music. Back to his normal self.