Sunday, February 7, 2010


Wheat.  And all it's crumbs and stupid proteins.

It bugs the CRAP out of me.

The story:

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.

And why?

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!!!


  1. *Make that four times he hasn't made it to the bathroom... grrrr....

  2. Argh!!

    Poor Mikey-Man. That SUCKS!

    I'd like to kick wheat's ass. Seriously.

  3. Well, I have to say it's not the wheat's fault, necessarily. It's the fact that we poor suckers don't have some tiny little molecule that can deal with the protein in the wheat.

    And that's because of the fall of man. And sin.

    In a perfect world, we'd be fine.

    But we're NOT. And that bugs me, too!

    (Poor Mikey-Man.) I'll send him (((((hugs))))) from his granny, who had a bloated painful tummy last night. Who knows why...

  4. Grrrrr. I know what you mean.

    It sucks that our kids can't go anywhere safely.
    I worry every time mine goes to Grandpa's.

    We should just lock them in the house and never let them leave.

  5. The best part is that he is still not right.

  6. Poor poor Michael-man. What a reaction! We can relate.