The One With Sis

Hey sis- I know you read too, so I hope you don't mind. And if you do mind, too bad. Thats life. And sisterhood.

My sister has a blog too. And the other day, I checked out what was new for her and ran across something that can only be described as worthy of a 'sitcom' moment. And so, what better tribute than to include it here, as a guest spot on my own sitcom called life.

Regarding what you are about to read, I can only say better her than me. It takes a stronger soul (and stomach) than I have to handle this. So sis, many props to you for dealing with things like this on a daily basis, and still managing to have and love the cutest kids on the planet. Here's to you!

Without further ado, here is what she wrote:

"I was playing with [my son] tonight, trying to keep him happy. One of his favorite games is to fly over my head while I’m laying on the floor. So I was playing that with him.

And he spit up.

All over my face and neck. And in my hair.

Oh, and in my mouth.

Gross."

Yup, sis...you said it.
Gross.