Oh how I dread thee mysterious illness!!

Sooooo...It is a typical Tuesday morning...all of us were ready for work/school/the babysitter.  We all piled into the Pacifica ready for the day ahead of us.  Now Mat did not eat much for breakfast, but this happens occasionally, so I did not think twice about it.  We drop Tempe off to Sara, then head to work.  Then about halfway to work, it all goes downhill.  Mat says he's going to be sick.  Now note, we have trained the little boy well.  He knows to let us know if he's going to be sick and to get to a bathroom.  So he tells us this, Scott empties out a lunchbag and hands it to him.  Scott and I discuss what to do.  We decide to drop Scott off at work and I'll stay home since he'll be out 1.5 days next week.  We would leave Tempe at Sara's as anyone who has a child knows, dealing with puking children is no good.  So we get about 2 minutes from Scott's work and Mat is in tears saying he has to go to the bathroom.  Scott runs him into a Speedway, and according to Scott, explosive things happened...I was glad I was in the car!  So then we get Scott to work.  Anyway by noon it was all over.  He was eating and acting like nothing ever happened.  So this gets me to my point.  I -hate- mysterious illnesses that do this.  Don't get me wrong, I'm glad it's not anything crazy.  But the illnesses kids get are so unpredictable - it could be 2 hours of not feeling good, to 2 weeks.  It's just crazy.  As a note the only thing that is predictable is that Mat will have an ear infection every month:P