On Sunday, Darcy threw up her entire lunch.
I was on my hands and knees JUST about done sanitizing the kitchen floor of regurgitated strawberries when Darcy comes in and out of nowhere asks, “Iz God ezeywhe-ah?”
Before I could think of a response, Darcy threw up again all over the floor. I sighed and sat, stunned, in a puddle of reguritated bananas thinking two thoughts:
1. My two year old contemplates theology
2. Now if she could just learn her colors…