On my last trip to the city that I used to live in, I caught up with the family of my one (half Sudanese) (half British) friend (the sister of the brother-sister pair), and her husband was asking me what I did over the holidays.
And when I said not much of anything, and I added that I've never been much of a holiday person, he was like, "This is exactly like the first scene of a Hallmark Christmas movie."
Also, their young son showed me the spot on the dining-room floor where he had vomited a month ago when he had the flu, and I think I said something like that's okay, but I hope that he didn't vomit on anyone, and somehow that started a game where he and his older sister would run up to me at random times and make vomiting noises and pretend to vomit all over me.
My friend's husband also said that at his son's pre-school, they have an activity where they talk about one thing they did that past weekend, and they list it on the board, and the list was something like so-and-so went Christmas shopping and so-and-so went to the park with their parents, and when it got to his son's name, it said that he got sick and vomited.
It seems to have been something very big and memorable, for him.
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