Never a dull moment in our household.
Yesterday I got an almost gleeful text from Zach, who still had a sleepover hangover from his birthday party that went something like this:
Corbin's not feeling so well.
Me: What's wrong with him?
Z: He just puked. :-)
Me: Darn it!
Z: We were in the car.
Me: Oh yuck.
Z: We are going back to dads house now.
Me: Okay then.
Z: I'm glad I'm sitting in the Back
Then I hear from his dad.
Corbin puked in the car.
Me: Sorry. He was fine when I dropped him off.
D: Yeah, I took it seriously when the puke hit the back of my neck in the drivers seat.
Me: I'm sorry there is no way I cannot laugh at that, excuse me for a moment while I regain my composure. Never mind composure is not going to come back. (I laughed so hard I started crying.)
D: Yeah...I got that...Thanks.
Me: Well, Merry Barf-mas! (Hey, I got to deal with the puking all morning long so fair is fair.)
Corbin is feeling better now. He got up after a little rest and started putting his Lego's together and eating skittles. Could be worse at least now his puke won't taste as bad and he'll barf up a rainbow!