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My mother-in-law, Kathy, sent me an email with the above title. It was hilarious, actually: photos of submerged boats, tipped tractors, etc.
So I think that, when your 8-year-old son sounds like he’s coughing at about midnight, but when you walk into his room he’s actually vomiting totally undigested pasta all over the carpet, and brightly colored tomato sauce is splattering everywhere, and it smells like an Italian restaurant all of a sudden, and so help me God one long strand of pasta appears to be hanging out of his nose– that’s another time when it’s okay to say, “Oh, fuck.”
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You’re right. Even out of the nose? Poor kid. Fuck.
Poor Cam!
You seem to have to deal with a disproportionate amount of kid puke. Yikes. F-word indeed.
Oh, most definitely. That is an f-word worthy event.
I can’t decide if carpets in the house should be red or black to hide the puke stains.
Ugh, Italian food is the worst. I am with you on that one. Blergh.