You know you have mastered some form of parenthood when you can catch your childs vomit.
Not only did I catch it once but twice. I was impressed, not necessarily at the time but certainly on reflection of it. Poor Miss Alicia wasn't well and thankfully she gave a couple of coughs before it sprang forth. I will mention that I didn't get out of it completely, I did change OUR bed twice.
She is fine and I'm not sure if she just ate too much or what she ate. Who knows, maybe the vomit fairy decided it was our turn to suffer instead of some other poor soul. Whatever the reason, we're over it now, and as I said, I feel a sense of pride. Sad really.
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