Ha Ha Ha

I just got back from therapy, and I just had to laaaaugh. Logan and I took advantage of a few minutes of free time and visited Barnes & Noble while the younger two were in their Occupational Therapy appointments. There, Logan picked out two Goosebumps books to read when he goes to visit Billy's cousin T.J. at his family's beach house this weekend. I don't remember what the other book was called, but I did allow him to start reading one of the books, titled "Monster Blood In My Breakfast" or something like that. Gross, right?!

Well, Logan is reading it all the way home from therapy (nearly an hour drive), when he starts groaning and tells me he doesn't feel very good all of the sudden. We are like two minutes from our house, so I tell him to hold on while I roll down the window so he can lean over Hunter to puke. He didn't end up needing to puke, but I think he is a little undecided as to whether the book made him sick or reading the book in the car made him feel sick.

And then I start laughing, wanting to slap myself for allowing a child who can make himself puke on command to read such a book.