A few days ago, I was holding Nugget up over my head -something he seems to love – and making kissy faces at him.

Mind you, he’d only eaten about 20 minutes before.

Well.  He spit up.  He spit up and it landed right in my mouth.  Not on it, but IN it.

Luckily, as gross as it was, even I could see the humor in the situation and promptly told everyone (raucous laughter abounded) and agreed with my mom that it was one for the books.

Ah, motherhood!