Ring ring!

Frau Green, please come pick up your vomiting daughter.

At least they offered to let the other kids out early so I didn't have to come back an hour later with a vomiting child in tow. (Actually, son #2 is right--in the afternoons, at least, they don't seem to have many pressing things going on. Or maybe the secretary is just unfussed about kids missing a bit of school here and there.)

Please, Vomit Fairy--go away. We don't want you to stay here. Please!