it was like the Bellagio fountain

projectile vomit
a warm geyser aimed at you
and the ceiling too

This morning my husband was projectile vomited on for the first time in four years. My reaction (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA) was not met warmly.

He said, "Now I know what it was like when the wee one puked on you" and I was all, "Honey, warm, non-digested breast milk is a far cry from a bowl of previously eaten Parmesan cheese covered pasta." Silly daddies.

But overall he handled it well. I’m very proud. I’ve even stopped laughing at him.

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