Hot dogs and chocolate milk.....

That is what my couch, my floor, my coffee table and my legs were covered in last night.

Not some kinky sex thing with the wife...the boy puked. It was like that scene in Stand by Me with Lard Ass at the pie eating contest. It was everywhere.

I was watching a game 3 of the 2003 ALCS (The one where Pedro throws down Don Zimmer), when the boy comes up to me and sits on my lap. He has a weird look to him. He coughs, burps, and then projectile vomits everywhere.

I get up and the dog, sensing that this is somehow food, starts licking it up. I have to run upstairs and put the boy in the shower and strip him to his diaper. I put him in the shower because that was the only place that wasnn't carpet. So the boy in his diaper comes downstairs with me as I fight off the dog and tell him to stop eating the vomit.

I get fido to go lay down. I hand the boy a Thomas the Tank Engine train and have him sit on shit spiderman chair, and then I get to the work of cleaning.

If my wife was the one home alone and not me, I would bet money she would have left it there for me to come home and deal with. She cannot deal with puke.

I found the whole thing kinda funny. After that I took the boy into the shower with me to rinse off. Only after that was I able to watch the rest of the game in peace.

By the way....I haven't seen it yet, but I think this is going to be my favorite movie of the year:

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