After reading Brenna's entry on vomit, I knew I had to share this story. I may have shared it here before, and if so, just indulge me.

Right before we decided to move, we asked my son to go through his toys and separate them into two piles. One pile was made up of old toys that he wanted to get rid of. We knew there were still some toys in there that he had outgrown, so we asked him to take a look at them. The other pile was toys he still wanted to play with. This was right after Christmas, so there were a lot of really new toys in that pile. We decided that since he had a bunkbed, the toys he'd get rid of would be put in tubs near his closet, and the toys he wanted to keep would be put under his bed. The next morning, we would get the toys he no longer wanted out, and the rest would be organized and put away.

That evening, we had hot dogs. There are these hot dogs you can get that have a horrible toxic red color. Seriously, the things look radioactive. But they are pretty tasty as far as hot dogs go. Unfortunately, they turned his stomach.

Sorry to get graphic here, but you have to picture this. He goes to bed, feels sick, and leans over the side of the bed to vomit. Do you have any idea how badly that splatters?! And wouldn't you know it, he hit EVERY SINGLE toy he wanted to keep, but the ones he had outgrown didn't have a spot on them.

We literally put gloves on, boxed the nasty toys, and carried them down to the tub. Anything that could be washed was washed. A few others (including a rather expensive robot) had to be hand cleaned. The paper goods went in the garbage. It took over a week to clean, because every cursed Magnetix, Knex, and Lego had to be individually washed.

I'm just now getting to the point where I can talk about it without punctuating the story without curses. ;)