How two people with no kids clean up vomit. . .

So Sunday was a learning experience for Jeremy and I. We were in Primary and the lesson was on families and there was some type of object lesson using an apple and how the apple had a core but if you don’t have the core everything falls apart. Each of the kids got a tiny slice of apple to take with them to class. Ian was mostly just squeezing his slice in his hand and sort of nibbled on it here and there. We did not understand what this was because usually he devours the treats we give him. He kept taking these tiny little bites of the apple and had broken it into smaller pieces and so we started encouraging him to just pop a whole piece in his mouth. Finally, we got him to put this small little piece in his mouth and just eat it instead of play with it. Then he started gagging. But he wasn’t gagging like choking on the apple gagging he was gagging like I don’t like this gagging and I thought he was going to spit it out. I told him he better just swallow it and not spit it out. He continued the forced gagging. And then it happened. Right in front of my eyes. Projectile vomiting. I am seeing a counselor to overcome the images that are burned into my retinas. Then we sat and stared at each other, all three of us, just staring, thinking what the….just happened? Finally we came out of our haze and Ian informed us he doesn’t like apple skin. Information that would have been good prior to eating half an apple slice and vomiting up your last two meals. So I went and got the Primary President and she found this special puke powder in the janitorial closet that we poured on the floor which apparently dries it up and then we swept it up and threw it away. Then Jeremy vacuumed over the spot and then sprayed it down with some type of disinfectant cleaner we found. And that my friends, is how two people with no kids clean up vomit.