Instinct?

It was freezing yesterday, a high of 18 maybe? So after school I took the kids to the mall to play at the kiddie park. After about 20 minutes of happily running, climbing and so forth, Eden came over to me and laid her head on my leg with a moan. I picked her up and she slumped into my arms. Something deep within me told me this was not normal and that I should run...run away. I picked her up as fast as I could and ran to a corner outside of the play area...with tiled floors. Not 5 seconds later she was projectile vomiting all over the floor....and my arm. Luckily I had tons of wipes and was able to clean it all up without one person noticing! Amazing! And double bonus...since it was cold I had a coat to cover up the barf all over my arm! This is not the worst story so far. Lucy takes the cake throwing up in the security line at the airport. Luckily Matt had his game on and grabbed a security bin before she lost it. Security just threw it away as "biohazard." Good thing for instincts!