My Pa

We went to Dale & hannaH's tonight to celebrate Cassie's first birthday. We'd been there long enough that the Wonton had been fed his carrots and been passed among the six of us sufficiently when I thought I'd relieve Ruthie and hold him for a bit -- he looked so cute.

And then he barfed on me.

A really lot. All over my shirt and under my shirt and it was orange and gee, didn't it smell like vomit.

I went to the bathroom to mop up and Dale got me a clean shirt to wear and when I resumed my seat in the living room I noticed that my dad looked more tickled than I'd seen him recently.

I caught his eye and his grin widened into a bona fide smile and he said, "I've been waiting for thirty years to see that happen."