Any of my close friends will tell you that I do NOT DO BARF! Seriously--at all. It is the worst. I can barely tolerate my children getting sick, but because I love them more than life itself I do. But if anyone else: if you barf around me--I'm outta there--i don't care what you need. If you chopped off your arm, I could probably pick it up and give it to you, but if you start barfing, I will throw it at you.
One time we had a MOMS Club field trip to a dentist office...and this other mom, who was pregnant, was overcome by morning sickness and lost her breakfast...well, instead of being a concerned, kind and motherly friend, I snatched my kids and bolted. I have no idea what happened after that. I mean bolted, like stepped over, through and practically knocked other people over to get out of that place. (I am a horrible human--I know!)
This is also why we don't own a cat! Hairballs = barf!
HOWEVER--I love science! And I thought it would be NEAT-O to get the kids Owl Pellet kits for Christmas. Trey got to dissect owl pellets in the 2nd grade---but due to budget cuts and probably a number of other reasons, Ry's class never got to do that. So, I wanted him to experience dissecting an owl pellet looking for mice/vole/mole bones!!!
One brilliant morning over Christmas break, I set the table up so we could break into these fascinating kits!
My mind starting really thinking about WHAT I was doing.
I don't care what you call it--owl pellets are really owl barf...and here I am with my nose 3" from it!!!!
I started to feel really grossed out. But trying to be the "cool-isn't-this-a-neat-learning-experience-mom", I stifled my heebie-jeebies and gracefully called for a substitution!
The kids and Rookie really liked it. Ryan was REALLY digging it...which is exactly the point.