When one of my boys pukes, it becomes the topic for the week.
All conversation either starts or ends with the subject.
Conversations that have nothing to do with it take abrupt turns
and run headlong into it.
Puke, becomes all we talk about.
I puked a lot huh Dad?
I puked four times.
Yes you did.
Puke came out my nose.
That was a very bad day.
It sure was. Want to go to the park?
My puke was red Dad.
What If I puke in the park?
You won't puke in the park.
I puked on Mom.
What if I puke on Mom at the park?
Maybe we shouldn't go to the park because I could puke on Mom there.
But maybe we could take the puke bucket to the park.
Then I could puke in the puke bucket at the park and not on Mom.
Honey, you puked two days ago, you're okay now.
That was a very bad day, huh Dad?
I puked that day didn't I Dad?
For the love of God, change the subject!
Okay Dad, but puke is yucky. And it came out my nose...