Avocado nightmare

I whipped up some nice ripe avocado for Jack to try for the first time Monday. It was all good, he gobbled it up. A few hours later, after I put him down for bed (Travis was out of town) I heard him fidgeting in his room. I opened the door and was smacked in the face with the worst odor imaginable. He had vomited all over his bed and was laying in a huge pile with chunks stuck to the side of his face. He had gotten the flu somehow and everything from that day came back up with a vengeance. I picked him up and tried to wipe the green, avocado bile from his hair but it was too far gone. So, with the help of Mom, who was staying over because Dad was out of town too, we rinsed Jack, changed the sheets, and got him back to bed. Ten minutes later another batch was spewed all over the sheets. And I thought I would only need two sets of sheets for his crib. Didn't count on the first bout of the flu. Poor kid yakked for two days then got the congestion side of the strain also. I will never be able to eat avocado again.