Wheat. And all it's crumbs and stupid proteins.
It bugs the CRAP out of me.
My boys (all of them ;) went to Grandpa and Grandma's house yesterday to help get the barn ready for removal.
Michael is too young to help, so he stayed in the house with his cousin, and they took turns playing on the computer. He had a blast. He didn't eat anything - just had some orange juice.
He woke up with a sore tummy. It hurt so bad, he was almost in tears. He couldn't even eat breakfast.
He had the scoots... twice.
The other kids went to play outside. Michael went, too. (He was feeling better.)
He wasn't. :/
He couldn't make it into the house in time. (Poor kid.)
Now he's in the house to stay, missing out on the beautiful sunshine and fun with his siblings and cousin.
Because there are wheat crumbs in his Grandma and Grandpa's house. Not necessarily ones you can see, either. But because his cousin ate, then touched the computer mouse, there was likely some transfer of wheat proteins onto the mouse.
So, when it was Michael's turn to play... well, I'm sure you can guess what happened.
This happens every time our kids go to Grandma and Grandpa's house. They're always sick the next day. Sigh.
I guess if they went there, kept their hands above their heads and didn't touch a thing - not even the couch - they'd be okay. They could wash their hands, change their clothes, and they'd probably be fine.
Right. Like that would happen in a million years.
So, we deal.
But, wheat BUGS ME!!!