Today, my daughter threw-up in my mouth.
Understand the high vs low dilemma now?
Context is simple, really. I get home from work, happy to see my family. I've been sick for a couple of days, so I have been avoiding Peanut for the most part, keeping from holding her and getting too close. Since I believe the worst of the cold is behind me, I figure, time to get back to hands on parenting.
As I pick up Peanut, she starts to whine a bit. It's close to her bedtime, so she's a little crabby. So, I go to my surefire Daddy-make-me-happy move, and hold her up over my head, a la Lion King.
At this point, she throws up. And since I'm craning my neck looking up at her, a substantial amount of vomit lands in my mouth. I immediately realize that she had corn for dinner.
Next steps: (1) hand the infant to my wife, (2) head to the washroom, (3) spit, (4) rinse, (5) repeat, (6) change throw-up stained shirt, (7) curse out wife for laughing at me, (8) receive baby back from my wife and continue evening bonding session.
At least is wasn't crap, right? RIGHT?
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