Barf

At music class yesterday, I had Elizabeth for the second-to-last song, which is always a lulabye. Generally, all the parents lay on the ground with their kid and everyone mellows out. With a toddler, however, mellowing out isn't always on the agenda, so as I lay on the ground I had Elizabeth on my stomach, and then would lift her up so she was floating above my head, which she thought was a blast. In fact, she enjoyed it so much that she opened her mouth in glee and barfed all over me.

We had a change of clothes for all the kids with us, but not for poor, old, stinky Dad.