She pulled her hand from mine then and clutched her stomach. “Uh-oh.” “What?” “It’s my belly,” she explained. “It keeps twisting around.” I eyed her warily. “Like in a pukey way?” “No, not pukey.” She paused for a moment before saying. “More like hiccups.” “In your throat?” “No, hiccups in my belly,” she corrected. “And butterflies in my throat.” I frowned. “So…you have flutter-cups?” “Oh my God, yes!” She nodded eagerly. “I have flutter-cups!”
