Grace loves her sweets, and Papa just can't resist the excitement and joy on her face when she consumes them (as shown below). We were all treated to Dairy Queen the other night and Papa brought Grace her very own small vanilla sundae. Small, not kiddie size. In this super-size me culture, you get my drift, right? She ate it all with a big smile on her face, then got ready for bed. Bath, PJ's, books, goodnight kisses all around . Papa was the last to give her a smooch and carry her upstairs when suddenly it all came back up. White vanilla vomit all over PJ's, carpet, blanket and Papa. I don't think I'll need to say, "not a good idea" next time Grace gets dessert.
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