My babies are notorious for having loose valves, making copious yarp a nearly daily event around here with our 6 month old. My husband says that Torleif's Love Language is "barf." My 11 year old still has to hang over the toilet if he gets to laughing too hard, we call it the "upchuckle."
The other day, Davin was carrying Torleif when he (Tor) threw up about a gallon of formula, all over Kaywinnet (the dog.) Kaywinnet didn't notice that she'd been splattered, she was just excited to have been blessed by food from heaven and started enjoying the bounty. She didn't comprehend the ill omen of the dog-shaped void in the manna, and was very perplexed when I started to drag her away.
So, Davin bathed Torleif, I washed the dog, and my 17 year old cleaned the carpet. Good times at the Lindner-Green house!