A "Maternal" Test I Could Forgo

You know you've reached true motherhood when your little baby can throw up on you and you don't bat an eye. I've reached that place. Again. It's been awhile (thankfully) since Ashley, let alone Patrick or Colin, has thrown up on me. But, nevertheless, it has happened again. The planets were all aligned for this. Said "baby" (Kip), snuck into Ashley's room and consumed some "forbidden fruit" (chocolate chip cookies). That's one planet. Add to the mix, me, exercising on the floor. That's another planet. And finally, bring in a crazy dog who decided to lay on my rising and falling stomach as I did back lifts (third planet). It was just so darn cute, you know? My stomach would rise up like a wave and up would go Kip, all the while chewing her rawhide toy. Look Ashley! Isn't this cute? Barf. Eeeewwooooo! Right on my neck pours a mocha shake, smelling of chocolate. Like I said, all the planets were aligned.