As inspired by events occuring immediately following Grandpa Tom's birthday party...
Roses are red,
So's red velvet cake.
And oh what a mess
throwing up it did make.
It looked like "The Exorcist"
But red -- not green soup,
And stained Jack's white jersey
With red, sticky goop.
My car smells so bad,
The car seat stinks too.
But we had Billy Mayes help
With scoops of Oxyclean -- two.
The jersey was cleaned,
the car's been aired out.
But when Jack next wants red cake,
"NO!" we'll all shout.
There are photos for the morbidly curious. Had we not just eaten said red velvet birthday cake, it might have been more scary to look in the rear view mirror and see what appeared to be blood pouring out of Jack's mouth. He's fine; a bath with lots of lavender lotion and a toothbrush with lots of minty paste fixed his issues. I think, though, that it will be a while before any member of our immediate family finds red velvet cake appealing againg. I guess that's good news for our waistlines.
1 comment:
Isn't being a mommy fun? Pearl threw up tomatoes on Christmas Eve! Thankfully, we knew she had eaten some, just not a whole full stomachs worth!
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