A Chocolate Protein Bar is NOT chocolate...

Today Zade awoke with a fever, crying that his tummy hurt. I offered him popsicles, sprite, and Scooby-Do movies, which had to be shared with older sister Aria as well due to her loud protest cries that she had suddenly become sick, "see mom- sniffle, sniffle." (uh huh, yeah right Aria). Little man fell asleep twice in my arms today, just cuddled up, closed his eyes, and was gone. He seemed better around noon (probably due to ibuprofen) but I thought I could squeeze in the Cosco trip that our empty fridge so desperately called out for. At Cosco, amongst the many samples being offered, we tried a piece of chocolate protein bar. Zade and Aria thought it was just chocolate, however as they chewed the protein bar a mixture of unbelief and disgust came over their faces. They demanded that I let them spit it out. I demanded that they chew and swallow. I mean come on, it wasn't that bad! I watched Zade's face as it changed from disgust to complete nauseation. He started to gag. I pulled him from the cart and ran for the nearest garbage can, which happened to be right in front of a lady trying to sell Ritz crackers covered in tuna. Zade puked into the garbage, with only a small amount landing on his sock and shoe. I apologized to the lady, who looked slightly disturbed, and grabbed a handful of napkins to wipe up Zade. After Zade heaved one more time into the garbage, I made it back to Aria who was sitting alone in the cart two aisles down, and offered her a napkin, in which she immediately spit out the protein bar that had been sitting in her mouth. I shall not look at protein bars the same, I think.