Little Sickie...but not really?

Today started out like most other weekdays. I got up at 5:45 and got myself all ready for a great day at the office (how about that enthusiasm?!). I should've known something was up when Megan walked into my bathroom at 6:10...I usually have to drag her out of her bed at 6:35. She said her stomach wasn't feeling well, used the bathroom, and then said she felt better. Well, through getting dressed and eating breakfast she kept mentioning that her stomach was kind of hurting. BUT, she was also joking around and being kind of silly so I really didn't think alot about it. Marc put her on the bus at 7:07 and we all went off to daycare, work, and school. No sooner did I sit down at my desk and start going through my email then the school called and informed me that she had thrown up....on the bus. When I got to the school to pick her up, I expected to find a very unhappy little girl laying on the little table-thing in the nurse's room suffering from the swine flu or something equally horrible. What I actually found was Megan smiling and trying to weigh herself on the scale they keep in that room and she talked my ear off all the way home! We've watched "Annie" and "Sleeping Beauty" and she has eaten two pieces of toast and scrambled eggs and is begging me to feed her more because she's starving! Now I'm trying to decide if I should take her to soccer practice tonight (it's the first practice of the fall season). I am sure that if I keep her home she will remain healthy, but if I take her to practice she'll probably throw up on the soccer ball.