Several days ago Bryan and I had a discussion on how amazing it is that neither of our kids have ever thrown up. Seriously, in 3 1/2 years no throwing up whatsoever. We were all, isn't it kind of weird? But also kind of great, too. I admit it, we were a big smug at our vomit-free life.
Well my friends, that is when fate shook her fickle finger at us and laughed. Last night Molly was sitting peacefully on the couch when suddenly, with no warning, the chunks flew. Really far. All over the couch, carpet, Bryan, and Amos.
Moral of the story? Your turn will come.
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