I Have A Sign On My Forehead

According to my daughter, I have a sign on my forehead that only she can read. It says BARF ON ME. Over the last 48 hours, I have been barfed on three times. Twice just on the shoulder and once straight down the boobs. How lovely.

How many times has Paul been barfed on lately? None. Zero times. Nyla barfs all over me then laughs and goes over to her father. Yes, she actually chuckles a little like she is satisfied with herself. "Hahahaha mom, I threw up on you. Awww daddy I love you." That's her train of thought, I know it!

I always tell her, "Nyla you are lucky I love you." It's so funny because she can totally spew all over me and I still feel the urge to give her kisses. That must be true love: kissing even after barfing.

"Who, me?"