Only in the South

Here's another daycare story for you. Unfortunately, it's the only remotely exciting thing in my life, so that's where the stories come from. Here's the convo:

Kids: "Ms. Ashley, we thought you were at the doctor!" (I was at lunch)
Me: "Nope, but I need to go to the doctor." (I'm kind of really sick)
Kids: "Why?"
Me: "Because I am feeling sick."
One little girl: "This one time, I got sick. I drank out of Todd's spit cup and then I threw up all over the floor."

Yup. Gross. Me. Out.

This is comparable to the "Peyton Manning's the FIRST Peyton" story, not in grossness, but in the Only in Tennessee factor.