This is an actual conversation I just found myself having.
Noises from kitchen: What the . . . ? Eww! Tru . . . Oh my, oh my . . . Jen!
Me: (reluctantly) What?
(action moves to kitchen)
Dan: It's everywhere.
Me: What is it?
Dan: Puke.
Me: All of it?
Pause
Me: Maybe deep-fried pickles are a little too intense for an eleven-month old.
Something to ponder.
