“Oh, look at all that vomit on my shoulder. Yes! Look at you, my little vomit-machine! Are you feeling all better now? Where are my smiles, baby girl?!” I exclaim and happily bump little E up and down, fake tossing her in the air. She rewards me with big smiles and a little drool right down the middle of my nose.
Who would ever have thought that I could utter these sentences with such enthusiasm. Certainly not me.