Thursday, April 1, 2010
Mmmmm, sounds yummy, huh? I was in the garage standing in front of the gaping maw that is the washing machine, stuffing in about 3.5 dozen of Jax's 4 dozen spitty cloths. It's been a while since I've done laundry. So I holler down the hall to The Girlie to round up any spitty cloths and bring them to me. Fast forward to hours later when Jax spits up. The Girlie gets frantic anytime Willie starts spewing fluids, so she screams there are spitty cloths in the front room on the couch. I go retrieve one because she's too busy dancing in despair and wringing her hands at the spit up Snorky has just produced to go get one herself. And I say, "Honey these needed to go into that last load of wash. They're all stiff with barf crunchies." So she wants to know what barf crunchies are. While I'm using my sleeve to mop my Ducky's chin, I explain that they are spitty cloths that have dried crusty and stiff from spit up and therefore too rough to drag across Dear Willie's face. And since then The Girl has not passed up a single chance to work 'barf crunchies' into the topic at hand. Danged kid!