Where were you on that one?

This morning, Aaron laid on the couch with little miss Morgan tucked into him for "cuddlies." I went about cleaning the kitchen until I heard Aaron desperately call for help. I ran to his assistance only to find Morgan puking curdled milk and oatmeal all over Aaron's chest and neck. As Aaron frantically called for help I quickly ran to the sink and dry heaved for several minutes. I can usually handle puke but not today. Today, the smell and awful chunkiness of the milk sent me running. I almost lost it myself and was completely useless. Commiserations.