In the wee hours of the following morning, she began her barf-fest that left her couch-ridden for the whole next day.
Fast-forward through the Cookie Classic swim meet and the following day's swim practice: Madeleine wore her new suit to mid-week swim practice, nearly a week after her stomach bug. I decided to make a prophetic joke.
ME: Okay, you're braving this suit again, huh? Let's hope you don't wind up puking in the night again!
At 10pm that evening she barfed in her bed.
Ethan did bedroom clean-up duty while I did Madeleine clean-up duty. While Madeleine stood under the shower head and I squirted shampoo into her puked-upon hair, she lamented.
MADELEINE: (in doleful anguish) It's the SUIT. I'm NEVER wearing it again!
I would have been a little more convinced by my own assurances to her that the bathing suit couldn't have caused her to vomit if I hadn't cursed myself with my earlier foolish joking comment.
At any rate, as Madeleine was getting ready for swim practice last night, she approached me with the new suit.
MADELEINE: Do you think I can wear this one again?
ME: Sure. (but secretly, irrationally panicking that I'd be cleaning up vomit in the night again.)
Madeleine wore the suit. She slept through the night without barfing.
I was in the shower this morning when Madeleine burst triumphantly into the bathroom.
MADELEINE: I made the night!
ME: Hooray!
MADELEINE: And Mommy? I was so WORRIED about it that I even DREAMED I threw up! But then when I was awake I was like, "Oh, phew, it was a DREAM!"
I am as relieved as she.
The curse of the suit is over!
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