That's right. Clean it up kid.
Sweet little Benji ... barfed all over the floor ... at church ... in front of 40 people ... in the line to get root beer floats for Father's Day. Picture me looking down to see what was spilling on my shoe and realizing it was my baby's stomach contents. Picture me plucking up the little critter, handing him to Jeff (happy father's day) and running for paper towels. Picture me in my barf-spattered skirt, kneeling on the floor in front of 40 people who are not so sure they want root beer floats anymore, cleaning up half-digested cheerios with paper towels, trying to explain that it was the curdled milk sippie Benji found and drank in his bed, not the flu.
Fun times. Fun times.
And by the way, you know you are a mom when you can catch a hand full of applesauce barf, go wash your hands, and then go back to the dinner table to finish your steak. It was STEAK after all.
In this photo Benji spilled a milkshake.
But it looks like barf.
I don't take pictures of my kids puking.
3 comments:
Oh man. What fun! I'm sure that rootbeer float was dilicious.
Libby did that once inside Lowes- SPLAT! Ours was hot dog. I know you needed to know that fact.
Yuck!
Glad he's feeling better now and learning to clean up- so cute!
lol...poor guy. poor mom. That stuff is the worst thing about being a mother...
Ben is such a cute little guy. Wow he is getting so big.
I can't wait! : ) So far she's only spit up on people.
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