I know you like to be helpful. But throwing up before breakfast just to show me that we could make it through a day of homeschooling, holding back your hair while you puked into a bowl and sat on my lap as I was reading The Little Red Hen wasn't necessary. I already knew that I could multi-task. Afterall, I am the mother who wiped your bottom while nursing your baby sister when you were potty training.

And please don't throw up the Gatorade I let you drink. Red stuff stains so badly.