Two Year Old Trauma

My original plan was to post this oh so cute pic of my Caboose, helping with the dishes. He thinks it's his personal mission to unload the utensils, going so far as to climb into the dishwasher to get the rack they are in. I was planning to wax poetic about the joys of parenting and how wonderful that he has a cute little chore at such a young age. BUT. That was before Sunday. Sunday, our church had a children's program as the main part of the meeting. I am a teacher of the 6 and 7 yr olds and so my help was needed up on the stand behind the podium. TGH and my 3 bigger kids were on hand to manage the Caboose and #6. After the opening prayer and song, but before the program began, there was a quiet moment...EXCEPT for the unmistakeable sound of someone throwing up! My lips tingled, my vision sparkled with tiny stars and I said a silent prayer..'please, please, please don't let that have been one of my kids.' I craned my neck, trying to see around the pulpit and was horrified to see my hubby running out of the chapel with Caboose cradled in his arms. Then a man sitting behind him jumped up and ran out. Then my best friend also jumped and ran! I could see the congregation looking after them, then up at me. I sank into my seat and tried to take deep breaths. There was no way I could go out without making a scene and now the program was under way. About 10 min later, I felt my purse at my feet vibrate. I checked my cell and TGH had left a message saying Caboose is fine and he took him home. After the program, I found out that my friend had run for paper towels and all purpose cleaner and had taken care of most of the mess on the bench. I love her. We finished cleaning it up and went on. Caboose really is fine. Ate a great lunch and is running all around as usual. Who knows why he had to "toss his cookies" in the middle of church?