Vomit Never Gets Old (To My Crew)

I had to do something.
So I made up two rules on the spot.  

I had to.  

We were driving home from the Summer Family Beach Bash and Baptism.  

I had the van-load of youth.  And the streets were lined with people: walking dogs, lugging beach gear, cruising bicycles, holding hands, and sporting mohawks. Behind tinted windows, I knew my crew couldn’t resist the temptation to interact with most of these pedestrians.  It was going to happen.  And some of it was going to be inappropriate.

So I set the stage.

“Look guys.  I have two rules. One, you can’t be rude or mean."  Pausing to let the first rule sink in, I continued, "...Two, if you yell out the window, it’s got to be funny.”

Being the effective educator that I am, I modeled the strategy.  First, I honked at a grandma.  She waved as if she knew me and my whole van waved back.   Then I prompted a bulldog to look our direction with a simple, “What up doooog?”  This move was also a 'hit' for my passengers.

That's when a student riding in the front seat came up with his own 'shtick.'

Using the extra lemonade from the picnic, this student filled his mouth and then waited for the eye contact of a walking bystander.   Once he got the eye contact, he expelled the lemonade on the pavement below our vehicle, making repulsive sounds to boot.  To everyone watching, it looked like he had caught the flu and was hurling his dinner.  He was fake-puking. And by the third attempt he perfected it all, the ‘heave,” the deep burp and even the dry heave that follows.  

Pedestrians were shocked.

But our van could not stop laughing.

This act followed my rules. It certainly was ridiculous.  But it wasn’t mean.  It didn’t hurt anyone.   And it was exceedingly funny (to us).

So I let it go.

And so it happened over and over, until we got home.

Next time, I'm thinking I need three or four rules.