Get Your Own Flat Ginger Ale

“For one thing, it means that if you are a child feeling your very rottenest, your tender mother — the same one who puts her loving lips to your feverish forehead and brings you poached eggs and toast on a tray and combs lice from your hair for friendly hours on end — is likely to bolt out of the room with her fingers in her ears. Out of the room and down the stairs and into the living room, where she will crouch on the couch with her eyes squinched shut and a pillow pressed over her head.”
 — Parenting while emetophobic. Even worse than parenting while normally-grossed-out-by-vomit.