At about 2:30 this afternoon, Cubby started saying he didn't feel good, that his stomach hurt.
Oh, great. This sounds like the return of the vomit to me.
So I sat him in front of The Sword in the Stone with a big bowl and instructed him to puke in that should the urge strike.
He sat there for about an hour, whimpering occasionally, but not using the bowl.
Then the mechanic called to let us know that A.'s car was ready to be picked up, so I paused the movie and prepared to load all three children into the minivan to bring A. to the mechanic. I told Cubby to bring his bowl with him, just in case. As I was helping Charlie find his boots, I heard A. say, "Good work, Cubby. Just get it all in the bowl," and turned around to see Cubby throwing up very quietly and calmly into the bowl.
He stood there for a minute until he was all done, still not making a sound. I took him into the bathroom to rinse out his mouth and dump the contents of the bowl, and then he put his boots on, grabbed the bowl, and got in the car.
Still no crying, no hysteria, nothing.
On our way to the mechanic, that "Brave" song came on, the one with the refrain of, "I wanna see you be brave." Cubby piped up with this from the backseat, "This is my lucky day, to hear my favorite song when I'm so sick, so I can be brave."
Right, Cubby. Way to keep calm and carry on, little buckaroo. You're a brave one, for sure.