On Saturday, during nap time, C threw up. Blueberries. On her pretty butterfly sheets.
We weren't convinced she was actually sick, but we still watched her very closely, just in case.
However, throwing up blueberries was obviously traumatic enough that this morning when I gave her blueberries for breakfast, she took one look at them, her eyes welled up, she looked at me and said in a quavering voice, "But I don't want to throw up blueberries!"
Such a sweetheart!
I quickly, and calmly, assured she that she wouldn't throw up blueberries again.
And she hasn't.