Puking Children

I remember puking as a child a very few times... I remember my children puking what seems like hundreds of times... And tonight was one of those times.
2 of my little princesses regurgitated enough dinner to make any ruminant jealous. I was amazed that that much food could fit inside either one of them, but horrified that it all came back out.
I am not a patient man, I am not a comforter, I am not a good nurse. My wife is an excellent nurturer, my wife is an excellent comforter, my wife is an excellent nurse to the children... My wife is also out of town... for the weekend.
Ah, the joys of fatherhood. Stripping beds full of vomit. Chiseling plastered puke from the carpeted floor. Bathing fully coated little girls in the middle of the night, just to have them add their technicolor wonder to the bath water.....
It is past midnight, so it is tomorrow already.... it is Friday the 13.... And I get to burn up a vacation day to hold my little girls in a way that only a father can... at arms distance with the neckline of my shirt pulled up in a vain attempt to have it act as some sort of magical filtering barrier to protect me from the puke molecules.

Children are great-- no, they are awesome. I love my kids.... even when they blow chunks all over me...