In Grade 3, one of my friends decided to eat a 64-count box of Crayolas because they said non-toxic. I've never seen someone barf so many colors.
I get pooped on, peed on, and spit up on daily. The joys of parenting.
When I was preggo, I had a craving for fried potatoes and a salad with Italian dressing. About four hours later, I went in to labor. I was in the shower at the hospital, in labor when I puked them up. As if childbirth isn't already fluidy enough, right? It tasted like Italian dressing too...
20 years and already a baby?
i thought 30 years was the right age for those things?
anyway it's quite the story, lots of puke:S