Last week on the way to the bus stop Aliya said she felt like she might throw up. Having just survived the pre-departure hell known as “crunch time”, I was in no mood to deal with vomit. I said, “If you’re going to throw up, try to do it in your hat or something. I don’t want it all over everything.” Sensitive, huh? A minute later I looked in the rear-view mirror and the poor thing was holding her hat in front of her face, preparing to fill it. After questioning her to determine whether she was just avoiding school or actually ready to vomit, I decided to let her stay home. We loaded up the car with the DVD player & movies, snacks, drinks, a sleeping bag & pillow, markers & a coloring book, and drove to my office where she spent the day recuperating on our training room floor.
