I think it is finally safe to say.

I am not a superstitious woman.
I’m not.
really.

but I will not say it.
I am sure it’s safe.
but I still won’t say it.

I will say, however, that we have gone a whole day without anyone in our household tossing their cookies.
and I gotta tell ya, it is quite nice.
I almost forgot what it was like not having to wash my hands every 5 minutes.
I’ve even found myself just wandering over to the sink out of pure habit.

Zander was the last one left still aboard the barf train.
he threw up here at home, Sunday night and then over at grandma and papa’s house, Monday night.
and then it finally occurred to all of us.
maybe the boy is just not tolerating something.
let’s see, what is almost 75 percent of the world’s population intolerant of?

milk.
moo-juice.
Zander poison.

we stopped giving him any form of dairy and for the first time in the past month, he is acting fine. no complaints about an upset tummy and more importantly, no cookie-tossing!

without the milk, who needs the cookies, anyway?