Neither was I...then the mother in me kicked in. Some of my least pleasurable moments in life involve vomit, throwing up...call it what you will! Lincoln gave us a sweet little gift in our bed last night (he was put there due to rowdy bedtime behavior. No, we had not gone to bed yet)...spreading his "joy" all over our duvet, quilt, sheets and mattress...everywhere, even the Caped Crusader couldn't escape it!
After a moment of shock, I kicked into gear...I had bedding to save...bedding I love! It took an eternity to scrub and scrub and disinfect and scrub and sanitize and deodorize. I even had to wip out the old rubber gloves...let's just say the consistency was "less than smooth." What was meant to be a lovely evening turned into a sad, "poor-us" parting as we ventured to our seperate rooms searching for spare beds. What a night! I forget sometimes, how hard it is to be little. Poor, sweet Lincoln.