Ewwwww! Ew! ew!

For parents, the first year of a baby's life is an exercise in not being grossed out by someone else's bodily functions. I've been peed on, pooped on and thrown up on so many times I don't think modern mathematics can determine the number. My gross out armor is pretty thick. But this morning something sliced through it like butter.

We have two cats and one of them is a big, fat tub of lard. She loooooves to eat, so every meal she wolfs down her food like she's been living on a desert island for two weeks with no food. This means that every few days she eats just a little too fast and then pukes it up again. The beauty of having two cats is that usually by the time I can check on the puke, it's been taken care of. I know that sounds disgusting - and it is -  but if you have two cats you probably know what I'm talking about.

Normally big, fat cat pukes in a place inaccessible to Ben. I'm sure you can see where this is going... I was doing dishes and Ben was being very quiet, which is never a good sign. So I walked toward the living room and there I saw him, kneeling over the cat puke and chewing. Words cannot adequately describe how disgusted I was. It makes me shudder to think about it. I promptly shoved some juice in his face to distract him while I cleaned up the remaining puke and then there was some very vigorous tooth brushing.

Oh god that was so gross. But it's going to be a wonderful story to torture him with for the rest of his life! Silver lining.