Lydia loves to share my apples with me. I often grab one to munch on when we go for walks, and Lydia will suck and chew on it whenever she gets the chance. Today she was feeling a little off because of teething pain, so I decided to offer her some apple. A real treat! I ate off the skin to make it easier to munch. She sat on my knee and we shared the apple. I guess I was a little distracted and all of a sudden I took a bite and it tasted….weird…no, full out gross. What is that? Oh…sudden realisation. It tasted like vomit. Not mine, no. Lydia’s. She had thrown up on the apple. Yuck.

Because I seem to have lowered my sense of self-respect, I decided to keep eating the non-vomit infused portion of the apple. It was a good apple. I blame it on being distracted or diminished cognitive functioning, but not only did I keep eating the gross apple, but I forgot where the regurgitation was…not once, but twice! Three times I ate Lydia’s throw-up. Three times! What is wrong with me? Maybe I need some non-mommy time with adults, during which time I don’t share my food, wear high heels and, who knows, maybe even wear an underwire. A girl can dream.

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