Puke and cheese
Dear Rayne,
Both Dad and I feel like we've been drinking all night at an all-inclusive Mexican resort. But let me tell you, it was no party. Lots of vomit yes, but no booze. Dad and I were getting ready for bed when we heard you coughing. I just worried you were getting my cold but Dad heard it better. He heard you choking on cheese curdles. He quickly rescued you so you wouldn't wake up Vienna and cleaned up what we could without disturbing your sister.
We brought you into bed with us which Dad loves. He thinks it's a special treat, but I know better. Especially when it involves a little one purging oneself of possible bacteria ingested from the Glenmore Resevoir. (I've got to keep all eyes on you)
Dad was sweet and gave you some water. I didn't want to be bossy to dad so I let him do it. Although I was a bit worried you weren't quite done.
You weren't.
Dad was quite the champ. He didn't even complain.
Next time, Mom was a little quicker on the reflexes and caught the last of the cheese curdles.
You are loved. And we're all a bit tired and cranky today to prove it.
Love Mom
