My son looked up at me:
What is this gross stuff all over me?
On the second day of barfing
My son looked up at me:
Eew, yuck yuck yuck,
What is this gross stuff all over me?
On the third day of barfing
My son looked up at me:
I feel sick.
Eew, yuck yuck yuck,
What is this gross stuff all over me?
On the fourth day of barfing
My son looked up at me:
My tummy hurts.
I feel sick.
Eew, yuck yuck yuck,
What is this gross stuff all over me?
On the fifth day of barfing
My son looked up at me:
I AM BARF FREE! *spew*
My tummy hurts.
I feel sick.
Eew, yuck yuck yuck,
What is this gross stuff all over me?
On the sixth day of barfing
This got to be routine.
Wake up to crying.
YOU'RE SITTING IN BARF!
Pjs off in bed.
Take you out.
Strip your bedding off
And run another load of laundry.
Days Seven, Eight and Nine
Went just the same way too.
This is our routine.
Wake up to crying.
YOU'RE SITTING IN BARF!
Pjs off in bed.
Take you out.
Strip your bedding off
And run another load of laundry.
Ten, Eleven, Twelve
And barf bothers me no more.
Sheets make good wrapping.
I don't even have to touch it.
We have bedding cycles.
Sheet, blanket, Teddy.
Barf's better than poop.
Laundry gets done each day.
Your bedroom smells bad.
BUT I JUST DON'T CARE!
You are happy all day.
You eat well.
Your giggles cheer me,
And some day I will share this with your girlfriend!!!
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