Tonight I think I officially crossed over that line into the realm of bona fide parenthood--dadhood to be more specific (this despite the fact that we have two little girls, the oldest being three years old).
Tonight our oldest threw up all over me---twice. And when I say all over me, I mean all over me.
I think this is a rite of passage for all parents, in fact, I vaguely remember doing the same to my folks. I am happy to say that like my great parents, rather than recoiling in horror at both the sight and smell, I held our sick little girl and felt awful for her.
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