The PowerVom

TheNoo's sick at the moment and throwing up a lot. Last night he was crying muchly after lights out and couldn't settle. So I picked him up and gave him some soothing back pats.

At that point he hosed me down with a tremendous fire hose-esq milky vom of staggering proportions. It not only soaked through my shirt it picked the gap between buttons and ran down and into my pants.

I had to kind of do this stroke victim walk out into the laundry to disrobe the vomit soaked shirt and trousers.

Poor little tacker.

It was really acidy too. I nearly let go myself just as I got in the shower when I realised it was in my hair as well.