A sickie boy

Today Ari freaked us both out by projectile vomiting in a shop.
It was awful. I stood there like a stunned mullet with him in my arms. I really did not know what to do.
A woman came across us in an aisle and looked at me like I was some kind of idiot. She fetched a shop worker, who was so incredibly nice about it all. Ari and I - both covered from head to toe in vomit - headed for the nearest loo to mop up and left that poor woman to mop up our mess.
The poor little tike had another chuck at dinner time tonight.
I know kids get sick all the time - but our boy has hardly ever been sick. He has barely vomited at all, even as a little baby.
I am an anxious mummy tonight...