Barfarama
Warning for the light of stomach: this post might prove offensive. Like all posts, I take no responsibility for your reactions. Meg took Aaron to Sears on Friday to get his 4-year old pictures taken. While waiting for their appointment, Edward barfed all over the reception area (the diagnosis afterward was too much kool-aid too quickly). Aaron was ultra-cooperative during his photo shoot, so it went by quickly, but even so the mess had been cleaned up by the time they hit reception. On Sunday, after hosting the missionaries for dinner, we were all sitting in the family/living room listening to their lesson, when Aaron decided it was his turn to puke. The missinoaries took it right in stride, noting that this was the second time this week someone had puked while they taught a lesson. Diagnosis: too much tickling by Dad. Edward and I spent the last half of church sleeping in Bernice . I took Edward to nursery, but he was beligerant at the thought of me leaving. So he sat on my la...