I remember a time when Jeremy had eaten spaghetti and then decided that he wanted to be held one Sunday afternoon. Well, I hadn't changed my church clothes yet and he decided to throw-up down my dress. I had spaghetti throw-up from my cleavage to my stomach. Needless to say, we both ended up in the shower and our clothes in the washer.
ewwwu!! i just went through the same thing. the spewed toxic mix stained my favorite sweatshirt and i'm cleaning the carpet this weekend. i think it would've melted my skin had it touched my hands...
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Gah!!! Sadly, the hands/mom's clothing would be easier to clean than the rug. And I have had the pleasure of a kid barfing on me... sigh...
Hands, definately...
I've lost count the number of times (and number of fluids) caught on my person. (hands, face, leg, arm, shoulder, whatever)
You have my sympathies.
I remember a time when Jeremy had eaten spaghetti and then decided that he wanted to be held one Sunday afternoon. Well, I hadn't changed my church clothes yet and he decided to throw-up down my dress. I had spaghetti throw-up from my cleavage to my stomach. Needless to say, we both ended up in the shower and our clothes in the washer.
ewwwu!! i just went through the same thing. the spewed toxic mix stained my favorite sweatshirt and i'm cleaning the carpet this weekend. i think it would've melted my skin had it touched my hands...
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