And Then There Was Dog Puke

Shrieks from downstairs in the kitchen. Something broke? Is there bleeding?

(No. Someone puked.)

“She vomited everywhere!” screams a daughter-voice.

(Oh. Great.)

“It got on my shoe. Why did the dog vomit on my shoe?!!” More shrieking.

(Oh. It was the dog. The dog puked.)

Charlie The Kid asks, “Which one hurled?”

“Which one? Simone!” hisses the one who’s been vomited on.

“And that matters…why?” asks the oldest, calmly.

“Because of volume.”

“You’ve got a point,” says the oldest to the youngest boy.

“Who is going to deal with my shoe?” questions shrieker.

Think I could just stay in my room for the rest of the night? I really have a lot of work to do.

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