Well I got barfed on today.  My sister and I went to the mall and had some lunch today.  Alex was being such a good little boy, as he wasn't eating the crayons provided, but was eating all his lunch.  After that we went to the pet store to look at the dogs.  Alex loved looking at all the puppies, and kept talking to them.  "Buppy, blah, blah, buppy."

After we left the store we were going to go look for a dress for my sister when I heard a burp.  Not a normal burp, but one of those barfy-burps.  I look down in the stroller and instictively put my hand out under Alex's mouth (don't ask me why - must be a mom thing).  He proceeded to barf up part of his lunch, which wasn't that bad, but I guess that was the opening act.  The headliner showed up a few seconds later and I swear that child threw-up everything he had eaten that day.  It was like a vomit fountain - like that movie the Exorcist, where the girl starts vomiting pea-soup.

It was everywhere, all over the mall floor, all over my kid, all over the stroller.  Of course I didn't have a change of clothes for him, so we had to leave with him just in a diaper.  But boy was he happy after he barfed.  He was talking away and having a good old time with Aunt Cathy.  Meanwhile we both smelled like vomit.  Gross.