The bib of his overall was covered in brown-chunked vomitus and his pants had an ominous dark spot between his legs that could only mean one thing to the mothers on the playground.
Joey pulled the merry-go-round to a complete stop and stood by its side as the two mothers spanned the final ten feet in three strides. Anita quietly got on the merry-go-round as Joey helpfully held it steady for her and stood behind Howard. She bent down and put her hands beneath his arms to raise him up, saying softly, “Come on Howie. It’s time to go home. I think you’ve had enough excitement for one day. Let’s go over to the car and I’ll get you cleaned up. There are still some paper napkins in the picnic bag, I think.”