Poor Shelby.  She was so excited that we were going to Ikea today to get some shelving and storage for the playroom (we are trying to get it ready for Boy, with keeping non shared toys separate.  And more organized in general).  She LOOOOOVES the Smalland Play Center that they have there, and we do too because we are able to walk around, take our time for 2 hours, while she gets some good playtime it.
We get there and stand in line about 10 mins or so, and get her signed in.  We say good bye, and as we are going up the escalator we see her playing with the puppets, laughing with a group of kids.  We literally made it up the escalator and to the end of the second little "apartment" If you've been there you SHOULD know what I mean.  If not, then it was only like 200 feet (it wasn't even 5 minutes from saying goodbye to Shelby).  NOT FAR at all.  Mike gets this look on his face and pulls out the pager that they give the parents, which is buzzing.  So we head back downstairs and all I can think of, is in that time span only two things could have happened.  She got bit (cause I know she would never bite) or she threw up.  I have just gotten over the stomach flu, so her throwing up was what I was scared about.
As we get there we notice that a freakish amount of parents are there with buzzing pagers.  All frantically trying to find out what was wrong.  We never did find out WHAT it was other then they had to close done for an hour to clean (but this was not a scheduled cleaning) and none of the kids around me seemed to know.  We are guessing someone threw up, peed or pooped, or bled.  We figure something had to come out of some kid lol.
But how much of a bummer is that?  Poor Shelby was excited for 2 days for the trip to Ikea.  She gets less then 5 minutes?  If it had been me, I'd rather have never gone in.  It was like the cruelest tease ever.