Woke up this morning to the sound of Little J barfing in the hallway. Poor kid didn't make it to the bathroom in time but he sure tried, bless his little heart.
I have issues with barf. Seeing barf, hearing barf, smelling barf and even thinking about barf makes me dry heave and gag.
So there we are, little J lying on the hallway floor barfing and me trying vainly to clean it up without barfing myself.
Not the best way to start Good Friday but he still wants to colour Easter eggs so he can't be feeling that bad right?
Going to be interesting showing up for family dinner today with our very own barf-bucket :)
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