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September 3, 2005
Superstah!
My younger daughter is a yacker. I suspect she is my punishment for my first child's pristine shirtfronts. Katie can puke up an entire meal, and as soon as you get that cleaned up, she gives you some more. And then a little bit more, just so you don't get complacent with the spit rag. The longer she keeps it, the worse it smells.
My husband and I were sitting on the couch, watching Katie repeatedly empty the contents of her stomach on the floor, the couch, her clothes and my hand. I sniffed my hand and then jerked back at the stench.
Somehow he was laughing at me as he looked at me like I was crazy, which no doubt I am.
"I feel compelled to sniff it. Like when you sniff your armpits or put your finger up your butt and sniff it. I can't help it!"
"That doesn't smell as bad."
"The milk?"
"No, my butt."
"You'd rather sniff your butt than yak?"
"Yes."
He never once denied that he sniffs his butt, though.
Posted by me at September 3, 2005 3:45 PM