Alice was very quietly lying on the couch this morning. She was too quiet. It first struck me as odd, as she's generally sleeping or crying and only takes breaks to eat. Not wanting to miss the moment, I sat down and put her on my lap, looking up at me.
Was that a smile? No, it's too early. But, it sure looked like she was smiling...
Cue intense music and lighting
Her mouth formed a perfect "O" as a fountain a vomit streamed upward out of Alice's mouth, covering my face, clothes (soaked me to the skin), her clothes, the couch and the carpet. I have never witnessed such a forceful display from one of my children, nor such a foul tasting one.
My biggest regret is that I didn't catch it on film. Moments like that rarely happen twice in the same way.