How did this happen? I was watching TV and mindlessly patting and burping Claire. She didn't burp. She didn't make a sound. I noticed I was cold. When I looked down and she had puke on her face, nose, ears, hair, the burp rag, the shirt under the burp rag, my neck my hair. She looks up and her eyes say, "what? who came in here and barfed all over us?"
How did I not notice?
Until the puke got cold. On my neck..
This is our John. There are many Johns out there, but this one is ours. Our daily life with John, celebrating the insignificant details that make up life.
Monday, October 26, 2009
The phantom Puker
Posted by Windy at 10:01 PM
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