We're doing all the good Hanukkah customs. We've been lighting the menorah candles and dancing to Hava Nagila and giving presents and eating human flesh and hoarding gold and being the world's greatest entertainers. The usual.
In the midst of all this, we've been receiving our own nightly Chanukah present from the peanut in the form of multiple orifice spewage.
I caught some vomit in my hand last night. L'Chaim!
(In the Jewish tradition, that predicts much wealth and a happy marriage. Or a mass exodus. 6 of one . . .)
This morning we kept her home from school.
There I was, trapped like a Catholic in a bad marriage*. One sick 3 year-old girl.
Another toddler that has the basic speed and impulse control of a howler monkey. The business acumen, too.
I have to post 2 posts today, so this is to be continued . . .
*Fun Fact: Jewish law gives a number of reasons why Jews can get divorced. Including when someone won't put out. Go figure.