When Full Speed shared that his ‘tummy hurt’ and then proceeded to turn a sickly pale color, we changed our dinner plans. Nevermind that we had only seconds before pulled into the restaurant parking lot and were ready to exit the car and head inside.
We weren’t in a gambling mood.
Instead we decided to grab some food at a drive-thru and eat at home. That way if Full Speed had any issues, we would be out of the public’s always watching eyes and have access to cleaning products if the need should arise.
We couldn’t figure out if Full Speed was really ill. He was pale and restrained one moment, then hyper and happy the next.
After we picked up our food and had it spread out on our kitchen table, a low rumbling noise began deep in the bowels of Full Speed. It went on and on a rose with a vengence and a long-winded burp escaped from his lips (you could have spelled Mississippi fourteen times before it was over). An embarrassed smile spread across his face as he smirked out the words, “Excuuuuse meeeee!” Mad Dog and I could tell he instantly felt better as the color returned to his cheeks.
Aha! Full Speed’s stomach ailment was solved.
If only all mysterious child illnesses and behaviors could be dissected so easily.