Eating, picnic-stylee, on the floor with the little ones at the house Mum and Dad are minding up the road. I casually eat a bit of chicken off Ivy's plate.
Ooh, it tastes bad.
'Ugrh, did you put a whole lot of parmsean on that chicken?' I ask Mum as I get a glass of water.
She says no.
Teddy looks innocent, but then I see a little puddle next to Ivy's plate, and quite close to his head.
He threw up on her dinner and then I ate it.