not to be read before lunch
Monday, April 10, 2006
My brother, who has a young daughter around Becca's age, just sent me the following email:
'On Saturday, I was in a shopping mall with Evelyn when she piped up "Daddy shoulders!", so I hoisted her up to sit on my shoulders while we walked along.
A few minutes later, we entered a supermarket. Right at this moment, she went "Bluuurgghhh!" and vomited all over my head, through my hair, on my glasses and onto the floor. Amazingly, she missed my clothes. "My daughter just vomited on your floor" I said to a passing staff member, pointing (perhaps unnecessarily) at the steaming pile in the entrance way. You could clearly see chunks of the banana she'd had for breakfast. "Goodbye", I added as we made our exit. A smelly ride home followed.
It was a glorious time on the planet Earth.'
It's the way he tells them.
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