Charley and I were outside playing today waiting for the bus. When it pulled up, Matthias ran off, "Mom, Justus is sick!" I figured he was exaggerating because I figured the school would have called if he really were sick. Sure enough though when Justus stepped off the bus he was as white as a ghost. The bus driver said his teacher had gotten on the bus to warn her that he wasn't looking so good at the end of the school day, so she might want to keep an eye on him. I told her thanks and ushered Justus inside. He went straight to his room and crawled into his bed. He rested until Jon got home from work about an hour later. Justus seemed to be doing better, and we thought maybe he had gotten a little motion sickness or something, so we decided he was okay to go to soccer and he was okay with going too. Jon had to take Charley to her last night of gymnastics, so I loaded up the boys and off we went to soccer. We made it about two miles down the road before Justus yells, "I'm going to throw up." And then he did.
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