A perfectly delicious chocolate milk mustache, thanks to Traders Point Creamery

Sara’s lifetime puke count is now up to maybe 4 incidents, barring one bad case of the flu.  Girlfriend simply does not puke as a some kind of religious belief, I think.  Last night she just couldn’t stop crying and around 2 am, she crawled into bed with me.  About 4 seconds later, the dry heaving began.  In a stupor, I ran her into our bathroom and discovered that she had eaten a great deal of carrots before bedtime.  But because she never disappoints, even on her worst moments, she pulled her tiny head up from the edge of the toilet, broke out in a HUGE grin, eyes actually glittering, and said,

MOMMY, I’M PUKING IN THE POTTY LIKE A BIG GIRL!!

Tonight she told my friend Resa quite confidently, “I puked in the potty.  I’m potty trained.”