Me: Daddy I will be calling the crow.. excuse me..
Daddy: the whaat?!? (pause) OK, but please be gentle..
The crow? you may ask.. It’s a bird and in our language it is called UWAK..
I have a very very weak stomach (much like the boy in How to Eat Fried Worms). I can’t drink untreated water. I can’t smell odd smell. I can’t eat dried fish. They would just end up in the toilet. (not from where it should come from, but from where it came in) YIKES! yes I throw up a lot. If you throw up when you were on your first trimester, think of it as my hobby. I throw in the car, even on short time travel. Just a sway sway can make my stomach sway sway . Stuck in traffic then the car moves.. my stomach moves too.. And my hubby can’t tolerate it that much. Because when I call the crow, it seems that I am calling it from far far away..
Me: Daddy I will be calling now (face on a plastic)
UWAAAAAK (hmm is that chicken intestine I am tasting on? oh gross, it stuck on my throat!)
Daddy: (keeps on driving.. put the music on high volume)
SO the next time you need to throw up.. be a little discreet.. Tell them you need to CALL THE CROW