Sunday, July 6, 2008

There's nothing like the smell of barf in the morning

So after round one we situated Mr. Vomit on the couch, in front of Nick Jr., sipping water with a bowl in front of him acting as a hurl-holder.
"Mom, my tummy hurts," I hear as I am trying to make the coffee maker brew in hyperdrive.
"Well, get into the bathroom!" I screech.
Torn between watching Wipeout and the inconvience of going to another room to empty the contents of his stomach he actually yelled back, "No thanks, I have a bowl here!"

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