Oh I'm still laughing about this incident today. So here's what happened:

Tuesday evening I come home from work and FDH tells me that FSD(7) hasn't touched her pizza and she has been really emotional due to some previous issues she has been having. So when desert rolls around we made her a rootbeer float in hopes that she would at least eat something which she didn't. I made a comment to FDH that maybe she really doesn't feel good but he just shrugs it off.

So about 5 minutes after bedtime FSD comes running down the hallway into the living room and tells FDH that she just threw up. I asked her where and then headed towards the hallway. She had thrown up right in the hallway entrance. So I went back out to living and arrived just in time to watch her puke on the livingroom floor. She began to freak out because she thought she was going to get in trouble for puking on the floor so FDH got down on his knees and and gave her a hug. While her head was still resting on his shoulder she began puking again. I have never seen so much puke come from a little kid. It was literally cascading down FDH's back like a waterfall.

So after that FSD was asked to take a bath and I went and got some cleaner and a rag to clean up the puke in the hallway. I couldn't do it. I caught one wiff of the puke and ran into the kitchen dry heaving. This of course pisses FDH off (he's already in freakout mode) and he asks me, "IS THAT ALL THE HELP YOU'RE GOING TO BE." I literally couldn't do it. I can clean up my puke and BD's puke but that's it and I learned that new thing about myself that night.

So as he is trying to clean the puke up in the hallway I leaned over his shoulder to spray some cleaner and he flips out telling me that I'm not helping. So at this point I walked out into the garage to have a smoke. He came out and asks me to go over to the neighbors and ask to borrow their rug shampooer. Which I did. When I came back I walked into the house and FDH is at his limit. He looked at me and was like, "I JUST CAN'T DO IT." I tried to be supportive and reasured him that he could. Then he starts asking FSD, "WHAT DID YOU EAT THAT WAS PINK AND BLUE." in the freaked out shocked voice.

I looked over at the dog and she had a piece of meat hanging out of her mouth and made a comment to him about the dog having food. Then he really loses it. He starts saying, "THAT DOG BETTER NOT HAVE GOTTEN INTO MY DINNER," and I was like where did you put it. His response, "ON THE FLOOR." So I went over and took the food from her and it just happened that it was his dinner. So then he proceeds to freak out about how he hates the dog and he should be able to put his dinner ont he floor without her getting into it which I countered with the fact that she's a dog and you set your food on the floor. This freak out goes on for a couple of minutes and then he sees the dog and begins to chase the three pound dog around the dinning room table. When he finally stopped he looked over at me and saw that I was not impressed with his behavior and yells "DON'T GET MADE AT ME."

So I walked back out into the garage at that point and he came out with me. We were talking about what had just traspired and I made a comment about how I did mention when I got home that maybe FSD is sick. Well, lets just say that was not what FDH wanted to hear. He gets upset with me and is like, "OH THAT'S GREAT. I REALLY NEEDED AN I TOLD YOU SO. YOU'RE REALLY GOING TO SAY THAT RIGHT NOW." I tried to explain to him that I wasn't trying to say I told you so I was only mentioning that I had mentioned this previously.

He managed to get it all cleaned up but was pissed for the rest of the evening. It was hilarious. He had a flat out temper tantrum/meltdown. I had a hard time not laughing at him through the whole ordeal. I talked to his a mother the next day and she laughed so hard.