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ANTICIPATION
Phoebe was no more than
knee high to a hedgehog the first time she went to the annual funfair.
When she saw the Big Wheel she squealed in excitement.
'You're too small,
Poppet.'
Phoebe was devastated.
'When, Daddy?'
'When you reach my
armpit.'
Every year Phoebe
measured herself to no avail until the glorious day arrived.
She climbed into the
Big Wheel car with her daddy. At last!
They rose higher and
higher. Phoebe screamed in delight. The car reached the peak and
began to drop. Phoebe's stomach somersaulted.
'Daaa-ddd-yyy!'
'Noooo!' he
yelled as Phoebe projectile vomited all over him.
I hope you enjoyed this story and I look forward to your comments.
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OH NOOOOoooooooo! Horrible end to a magical day. Vomit is the Worst. Thing. Ever.
ReplyDeleteYou surely took us for a ride :)
Isn't it just the worst? Especially from a height!!
DeletePoor Phoebe, after all of that waiting. Oh well, even poorer Daddy, the target of the outcome of that anticipation...
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure who I feel more sorry for, Trent. :)
DeleteI guess the lesson is Be careful what you wish for
ReplyDeleteIndeed!! :)
DeleteOh no, and she was so looking forward to that ride. Poor Phoebe, poor Daddy. I love how you made us like Phoebe and look forward to the ride with her, and then: nooooo.
ReplyDeleteHe he - glad to know it worked for you, Gah.
DeleteTotally believable story.
ReplyDeleteHow we yearn for things & what we go through when we get them!...
Phoebe's enthu & Daddy's predicament.
I have a father-daughter duo in my tale here-
Wheel Of Time - Anita
Thanks, Anita - I look forward to reading your story. :)
DeleteHa!
ReplyDeleteSuccinct and to the point, Patsy.
DeleteOnce they'd wiped off the sick, they probably had a great time. I'm sure Phoebe had candyfloss and ice-cream and a burger...
ReplyDeleteEek, at that image, Penny.
DeleteHa, well, it happens! I bet he can't wait to get down and clean off :-)
ReplyDeleteDoesn't bear thinking about, does it? :)
DeleteThat made me laugh out loud!! Good work!
ReplyDeleteOh, good! Glad my sense of humour worked for you, Violet. :)
DeleteGreat! I recall standing back from such a ride on the advice of my son-in-law, and watching as a rain of vomit was lit up by the fair lights.
ReplyDeleteEeek! What an image to conjure with, Liz.
DeleteOh I know this happened more than once and this was funny to read. When my mom was little, she went with her Grandfather to the fair but he wanted to go to the Biergarten so he stuck my 6 yr old mom on a ride and went off to imbibe. After this 10th go around, she did her business all over. The one who ran the ride brought my dizzy mom to my equally dizzy great granddad and that was the end of that.
ReplyDeleteWow - great story, Birgit. Thanks for your comment. :)
DeleteDear Susan,
ReplyDeletePhoebe's a great name. It seems we both used it this week. :D Poor Phoebe (and Daddy) all that time of waiting just to upchuck. Love the story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
He he - yes, I saw you had a character called Phoebe this week too. Thanks for the comment, Rochelle.
Deletegood one. it must be a moment to remember for a long time.
ReplyDeleteI doubt if either of them will ever forget!
DeleteAh well, we've all had our daughters throw up on us at some point, haven't we!
ReplyDeleteHe he - speak for yourself! :)
DeleteAh! The joys of fatherhood. I am just glad I don't have to go on the big scary rides anymore ;-)
ReplyDeleteHa ha - thanks for the comment, Subroto.
DeleteAin't that just the way things go sometimes. Poor thing!
ReplyDeleteWell done, Susan!
Thanks, Dale. It may cure her of big fair rides for life!
DeleteMy first laugh out loud moment of the day, for which I thank you Susan!
ReplyDeleteYou are most welcome, Keith. :)
DeleteThe joys of being a parent lol
ReplyDeleteHe he - indeed, Tannille! Thanks for commenting.
DeleteGruesomely good.
ReplyDeleteHe he, thanks, Sandra. :)
DeleteOh... in the end the anticipation was worth more than the experience...
ReplyDeleteYes, definitely! Thanks for commenting, Bjorn.
DeleteVomit!! Projectile too! Brilliant
ReplyDeleteThank you! (I think.) :)
DeleteGross. I hope they stopped for cotton candy and corn dogs and soda and kettle corn before they got on the ride. Gross.
ReplyDeleteHe he - well in England it would have been candy floss, hot dogs, fizzy drink... umm... don't know what kettle corn is.
DeleteThanks for the comment. :)
Hahahahahaha - oh the joy! Nice one, Susan. :)
ReplyDeletemarion
He he - thanks, Marion. :)
DeleteNicely told, a touching reminiscence plus vomit !
ReplyDeleteI know... sorry! :)
DeleteYep. Be careful what you ask for...
ReplyDeleteYes, indeed - you never know when you'll be disappointed.
DeleteOh dear. What a shock ending. So well done.
ReplyDeleteThank you for commenting, margirene. Couldn't resist writing that ending!
DeleteI suppose Daddy won't be accompanying her on any more rides! A hilarious (albeit gross) ending. :-)
ReplyDeleteHe he - no probably not. Thanks for commenting, Magarisa.
DeleteLOL...poor daddy!
ReplyDeleteHe he - poor daddy, indeed! Thanks for the comment, Dawn.
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