Yep. So that happened. Exactly what it sounds like, whereas “poop” is the adjective, describing the vomit. No wonder H hates Charlie. I did too, especially when he coughed up two piles of poop vomit, once on the stairs and once on the wood floor.

Want to get sympathy? Truck over to Wal-Mart at midnight, only purchasing rags, “Urine Be Gone” and Anti-Coprophagia pills. Even the midnight Wal-Mart cashier can piece together that something has gone terribly, horribly wrong.

Dry heaving into your sweatshirt while putting piles of vomit-soaked paper towels into Ziploc freezer bags just isn’t a pleasant experience. And while I tried to tell H that this is just preparation for the exploding excrement of our future offspring, he didn’t seem to qualify it as a proper excuse.

So eat up, Charlie. Just know that the next time, I may be waiting around the corner to spray you with the hose, right into your face.

Bullseye.

Kelsey Jones

Kelsey Jones

Founder/Chief Marketing Consultant at Six Stories
Kelsey Jones helps clients around the world grow their social media, content, and search marketing presence. She enjoys writing and consuming all kinds of content, both in digital and tattered paperback form.
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