I used to be able to claim that my kids have never thrown up.
Not so much anymore.Riggs got me a week ago.
Now Brooklyn has joined the ranks.
The poor girl was so sick last night.
Serious shades of green...
I'm talking a couple shades lighter than Kermit.
And, after the 1st (& quickly added 2nd) major explosion...
she looks around with tears in her eyes
and asks, "oh, mama...what are we going to do about this floor?"
She is too sweet.
Way too sweet!
So, my only hope now?
Alex.
And, she might just be stubborn enough to never do it.
My fingers are crossed.
Cause I tell ya...
if I never have to do what I had to do last night
it would be fine with me!
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