Michael was {and is} a pretty good guy. But a low moment was reached when he threw up chocolate cake in his bed on a ski vacation.
Picture this from my point of view: You go out skiing all day, spend the afternoon rumbling around the mountains with your kids. You're thrilled your son can even stay up on skis. You come in tired. Head out to a nice dinner. Gondola ride and everything to a spectacular restaurant at the top of a mountain overlooking the valley below. Kids being kids, they eat everything including rich chocolate cake. You get home put the kids to bed. You can finally relax a bit. Maybe even have a cocktail. Suddenly just as you're hunkering down to watch Sports Center, out comes Jr with chocalate cake vomit all over him, the bed & his clothes. Basically it was all over everything! Instead of watching the game or maybe even a movie you then get to spend the next two hours cleaning the room, washing the sheets and blankets etc.
That is the night where Michael learned what swear words were.
Picture this from Michael's point of view: I was tired and didn't feel like getting out of bed. I knew I wouldn't have to clean it up! Liked the cake though.
Good job there sport!
