Right before dinner last night, Faith threw up what seemed like her body weight in milk. It just kept coming and coming and coming, warm but tickly as it trickled down my soaked shirt into my belly button.
The best part is that I barely batted an eye. I just stood there for a moment, plotted out my plan of action, then got to it.
I feel like I got lucky and happened to be standing in a scattered shower of Heavenly grace.
I love when that happens.
The picture is of Faith right after her emergency bath.