When our oldest daughter Kirsten was 3, she developed a irrational fear of throwing up. It started when she was with a friend and saw someone get car sick and throw up. That was it. When I arrived that night to pick her up, Kirsten greeted me at the door carrying a small orange tupperware bowl. My friend explained to me that after witnessing the eruption of bodily fluid, Kirsten became completely paranoid and positioned herself near the toilet for the rest of the afternoon. As a way to coax her away from the facilities, my friend gave her the orange bowl. That night she slept with that bowl over her face. The next day she would NOT separate from the bowl. This continued for a couple of days. Finally, we coaxed Kirsten into carrying a small plastic cup. She carried that cup with her 24/7 for the entire summer. One day she decided she didn't need it anymore and the phase was done. We all still laugh when we think about that summer and look at the pictures. She became quite proficient in balancing the cup in one hand and doing everything else with the other. Good times, good times.
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