<-- This was my son yesterday.
I never actually witnesses "projectile vomiting" before. My wife was feeding little Nolan, when all of a sudden, he opened up and launched a veritable rainbow of milk-based barf all over my wife's arm and hand. And sleeve. And couch. It was at this moment that I thanked our couch-salesperson for having the wherewithall to sell us that stainmaster package for $15.
Fifteen bucks for no baby barf stain? SOLD!
Anyway, spawn of Satan hasn't barfed a stream of nasty again. The Preist will be here Tuesday. Hail Mary.
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