That statement rang across the airwaves of our Fisher Price monitor at 1 am.
My poor dear child had "barked" in her bed. If you haven't figured it out by now...she has a slight problem with the "F" sound. So, bark = barf.
It was the saddest thing. ::knock on wood:: our child has hardly been sick in her 2 and a half years.
This was only the 3rd time for her to bark....in her life.
It was everywhere....
So, I cleaned it up....bathed her and she went straight back to sleep.
Nothing makes me sadder that for someone to bark in their bed. Barking is one of the worst things anyway.
Rest, noodles, ginger ale, and Motrin make barking better.
Feel better little E.
Brad and I are sitting here cracking up at Emma "barking." Not that you had to clean it up, or that she did it...just that she calls it "bark." So funny!
ReplyDeleteHope she is feeling all better now :)