What Was She Thinking?

Miss Em called her mother from school on Monday to let her know she wasn't feeling well.  Her Mom, Candice, buckled one-year-old Aly and three-year-old Kels in car seats and drove to the school to retrieve sick Em.  As they pulled in to the driveway and hit the garage door opener, Em asked if she could just get out and run in to the house to lie down because she  didn't feel well.  Candice consented and watched while Em ran in the garage and threw-up on the floor.  Candice opened her door and told Em to, "Get in the house!"  (There's a bathroom right off the garage) Em launched again in the same spot and Candice ran to help her get in to the bathroom.  After a few more times of emptying the contents of her stomach, Em felt better and Mom helped her lie down on the couch then hurried out to the garage to rescue Aly and Kels from car seats.  What she saw next was shocking and unexpected.  Kels had gotten out of the car.  She was jumping in the puddle of vomit as though it were a spring puddle. With her back to Candice, she used her arms to propel herself up and lifted her knees high before splashing down in the thick muck. 

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 Candice yelled, "What are you doing!"  Kels turned slowly around.  With chunks between her toes and with her legs covered in the splatter, she viewed the fruits of her labor on the walls, freezer, the family's shoes, and anything else in the garage within reach of the splash.  She saw the shocked look on her Mother's face.  She gave her Mom a bewildered look and said, "I. Don't. Know!"

I won't be posting a recipe with this post.