Tuesday, February 14, 2006

My wife is #1

Today in Aldi (a grocery store), with her list half-finished, Diane got the pleasure of having Psalter's lunch projectile-vomited into her hands, while Eliza roamed the aisles saying, "Ooo, mommy, look at that." She got Psalter cleaned up, left sans groceries, and got the girls home. then she was promptly thrown up on again, at which point she and Psalter both got a bath. When I got home, there was no, "Feel sorry for me for having a hard time." There was a smile and a compassionate retelling of Psalter's eventful day, and a nice supper of mac and cheese.

No comments: