Funny/Gross Story

A couple mornings ago I was throwing up during my usual morning nausea. Matt came downstairs shortly after and was playing with Jack and he said, "There's puke on the baby! You puked on the baby!" I insisted I did NOT puke on the baby, I pointed out that there was nothing dribbling down my front, I know where I puked and I know I did not miss and inadvertently hit the baby, but there WAS puke on his shirt. It went on like this for a little while. "You puked on the baby!" and, "I did NOT puke on the baby!" Oh, to be a fly on our wall! Such wild and crazy kids we are! A little while later we found a little puke pile in the hallway and since my puke did not turn the corner and land on the hall floor I was cleared of the crime.

It turns out that Jack imitates me when I throw up and the other day he imitated me so forcefully he threw up himself! Looks a little something like this:



Thanks, Jack. So flattering.

I didn't know what he was up to because I'm pretty busy puking when he does it, but Matt told me yesterday. Since then I've noticed that throughout the day he'll pause what he's doing, double over and make gagging noises with his tongue sticking out. Ever the mama's boy.