So, I was doing "airplane" with my four-month-old son, and I didn't realize he'd just eaten. You parents out there can see where this is going, but for the benefit of non-parents, read on.
As I said, I was doing "airplane" with him, and we were on the futon in our library. He loves airplane, but this one turned out WAY bad. You know those moments where everything suddenly seems to run in super slow motion? This was one of them.
I was on my back on the futon, holding him above my face, when all of a sudden I see (in super slow motion, of course), a thick line of baby vomit seemingly inching its way out of his mouth toward mine. In reality, everything was NOT in super slow motion, so naturally I couldn't get out of the way fast enough.
Fortunately I had my mouth closed (what a horror show THAT would've been), but it was all over my chin, my chest (a shirt might've protected me some), and the futon. The boy escaped unscathed.
The worst part of this whole experience? I couldn't stop laughing...neither could my wife.
