It started out like another Sunday School gathering. Our class got together at a friend’s house to celebrate Thanksgiving. All the usual fair was there — turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, etc. We’re were laughing with friends and my daughter was being as cute as can be. She even ate a little dressing.

And that’s when the night took a wrong turn.

The dressing decided to make another appearance, as did all the milk that my daughter drank in the four hours before the party. All I could do was try to catch the vomit before it hit our friend’s beautiful table and rug. By the way, I need bigger hands because my daughter’s stomach apparently holds quite a bit.

It didn’t help that she spewed in the center room of our friend’s house where everyone could see. The table, the rug, her and me all were covered in vomit. My wife and I couldn’t clean it up fast enough. Or good enough. It felt like the entire room froze and stared.

We left shortly after. The smell may still be in our friend’s home. I know it was still there when we left, despite our best efforts.

We didn’t go to church the next day. We didn’t want her spewing there too. My wife’s calling our friends today to apologize again and volunteer to get their room cleaned.

But does this mean we’re going to have to change churches? Are we forever the people with the vomiting kid?