The other night while Ellie was supposed to be sleeping I heard from her room the familiar sound of a child throwing up. I immediately ran up stairs and the following short but enlightening conversation ensued.
Ellie – Daddy, I spit up!
Daddy – Are you OK?
Ellie – yah I’m OK.
Daddy – Does your tummy not feel good, is that why you threw up?
Ellie – No, I stuck my finger in my throat
Daddy – why did you do that?
Ellie – I wanted to touch my food!
