Keith came in this morning...then threw up on the floor...and his blanket...and his foot...pretty much everywhere. Paul gave him milk for breakfast. What was he thinking? He threw up again a few minutes ago. Most of it this time, however, was not caught by his precious bobby...which means my floor has vomit all over it.
Why, oh why, didn't I invest in a wet-dry vac when I first decided I needed one?
At least Alexa hasn't been puking everywhere...keeping my fingers crossed.
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