So I, Fashion-Conscience-Country-Girl, wore the cutest hip out fit with the best shoes and curly hair.
So I, Anal-Retentive-Country-Girl, arrived early to drop off Baby Twerp and be all set...YOU BET.
And as I arrived, reapplied lip gloss, and went around to get Baby Twerp out of his seat, he started crying. And then he SPIT at me. What in the world? Baby Twerp was NOT being himself.
When I asked him what was wrong, he turned his head toward me, reached out his arms, opened his mouth, and pre-chewed food mixed with bodily stomach acid and partially digested food spewed fr6m his sweet angelic lips. Not just once, but in a continual flow of a liquid mush geyser.
And there I stood.Luckily I had a spare set of pants for Baby Twerp and 8,421 baby wipes. He went shirtless. I could not be afforded that luxury. If so, it might have gone a little better.
I could not leave him at such a time as this.
So with me he went. 
And with me he stayed.
And with me he will always be.
6 comments:
Poor thing. I just hate when that happens. Hope he feels better!!!
OMG! That's awful! Poor thing! What happened with your appointment?
I feel so bad for both of you but I was cracking up at this line: And then he SPIT at me. What in the world? Baby Twerp was NOT being himself.
You are such a funny writer!
Bless both of your hearts! Sure hope he is feeling better. Really like your blog..hair blog is cute...love your music.
what about the appointment? was it a job interview? did you get hired when they saw how punctual and die-hard and steadfast you were, and how kick-@$$ your multitasking skills were?!
oh, and, poor little baby twerp... =(
Awwww.....poor baby twerp!! I sure hope it's nothing too serious!
I've been reading your blog lately. So is Vomit's mother Hillary or is that just in Michelle's world :) (I used a smiley emoticon so that makes it silly not mean!)
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