The littlest vurp
After a big breakfast of oatmeal with blueberries this morning, Julian and I went outside to feed/water Henrietta and set up the kick-ass Solar Fly Trap (see previous entry).
Julian played a little basketball while I was collecting the daily egg from the coop. He bent down to pick up his ball after a shot and suddenly squealed.
"Ew mama! Oatmeal!"
Being an experienced vurper myself, I knew just what had happened.
"Did you get some oatmeal in your mouth when you bent down to get your ball?"
"YES! EW! EW MAMA!"
Ha! THAT, my son, is the infamous vomit burp, aka "vurp".
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