We had a nasty virus go through all of us last week. Nasty, but pretty quick moving. Lots of laundry. Everyone had a designated “barf bucket” handy. Did I mention it was nasty?
One day, when most everyone was feeling better, the following conversation happened at dinner.
Rusty said, “I think I’m going to puke!”
Tommy asked, “What’s puke?”
Rusty replied, “It’s a Fancy Nancy word for throw up!”
There you go.