We were at church today, sitting in the very front pew, when Bode stood up and said, "Da-a-ad!...BLECK!" And puked all over Doug's suit and the pew.
And the poor kid didn't want to leave because he was giving the talk in Sharing Time (i would have been like, "PHEW! No talk for me!").
Good times.
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Nice that he picked Doug to puke on and not you. Somehow I am the one all covered with it - hope he feels better soon.
Oh, that's a recurring nightmare for me. I often think "what will happen if Caleb were to puke on me RIGHT NOW?" I'm so sorry! Poor Doug.
Oh no! Yuck! I hope he gets feeling better! What a sweet boy for wanting to do his talk!
honestly, i keep waiting for this to happen to me-- but then i wonder if all the baby puke i dealt with on a minute-ly basis gave me an out for the real stuff??
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