Claire was just sitting on the counter, while I was taking my medicine. I swallow the stack with orange juice, turn around, get some water to swish and walk back to Clairey. There's something frothy on the counter, which she's sticking her finger in and sucking on. Of course, I freak out, because I figure that it's some of my medicine that escaped the confines of my glass (I break apart the capsules and disolve it in juice)and landed on the counter. But before I freak out, I have a small moment of, "Wow, Prozac and a hyper 2-year old...bed before 10?" Nevermind. So anyways, I commence freak out, and say, "Oh my gosh! Claire! What is that!" and while I'm saying this, of course, I'm dipping my finger into the frothiness and tasting it to make sure it's not Prozac.
Are you ready for this?
"It's 'pookies.'"
Translation: "It's puke, you dumbass."
I just tasted my kid's puke. Send money. Now.
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- stewbie2
- My name is Stephanie, but you may call me "stewbie." I live in the thriving metropolis of Houston, Tx., and from my loins have sprung two beautiful baby girls--Jenna and Claire. I'm not mean, but I am horribly sarcastic. I consider it a gift. I work full-time as Social Media expert/Digital Marketing director, edit on the side, and am usually at the gym or the theatre--pick one. Although I have a BA and MLA in Literature, I still use serial commas and sometimes, I use the semicolon incorrectly. Oh, and I also have a hairless cat. His name is "Tito."
1 comment:
Ew, Ew, Ew, Ew, Ew, Ew!!!
One hand --> so glad it wasn't Prozac.
Other hand --> so grossed out it was puke.
I confess, on more than one occasion I employed the "smell test" to discern whether or not my son had a poopy diaper, but I never tasted ANYthing! Ew!
You're a good mom, though! Don't know what it is? No problem, taste it! It's puke! Okay! Well, at least it isn't poison or... something.
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