After our nap the other day in the backyard. Laide and I lolled about being most photogenic.
And then I guess it just all got a bit too exciting and the little Laide puked some.
Yup, you're right, it's running down my jeans and onto my stomach. She doesn't seem to care one bit!
I tell myself that that last one is her looking contrite for puking on Mama's new shirt. Do you agree?
Despite it all we're still friends.