"Projectile" to a person without kids can mean a number of things.... to GatorMan and I it meant holding our cat up in the air and using her as an airplane. Or it was the Screaming Monkey from woot dot com that would fly through the air when you pulled it's legs. Among other things it meant the paper on a straw that you blow off making it fly across the table.
Today, "projectile" means the vomit that FLEW out of Ukulele's mouth, across my legs, part of the couch, and on to the floor.
Who knew that parenthood would come with alternate word definitions!
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At my first job out of college, the secretary brought her baby into work several days a week (as did some others incl. the boss). I was about to head into the secretary's office to get something when I heard her say, "Now that's projectile!"
I kept on walking past.
amazing the power of an infant's diaphram!! hope you have lots of baby wipes handy!
Mo
That's quite an image you paint!
Hope your spirits are still soaring along with the, er . . . vomit. Sounds like you already have an overachiever.
:)
Look out for the projectile poo shooters! I've seen vomit fly across countries! Can't wait for my own to mop up, lol.
Oh man, I have so been there. The other day I noticed that there was dried spit-up between the couch cushions from a projectile burping session and we'd never noticed it to clean it...who knows how long it was there. Yuck.
And - here's the kicker! For some reason infant projectiles win the distance competition! Really, 3 year olds only seem to be able to make it about 6 inches in front of them.
Go figure.
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