A week or so ago, Alanna was sick and throwing up. (I just have to say, THANK GOD she is old enough to tell me and to hit the can every time! WOO! Three cheers for not having to scrub up chunks out of the carpet!) She was to the point of dry heaving and she was miserable. Between each attempt, she would cry to me, "Mommy, my throw up is being mean to me! It won't come out of me! Why is it being mean mom? Make it come out!"
Poor sweet girl.
It was both funny and tragic at the same time.
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