Secondhand weetbix

There’s only one way to put this. Today I tasted someone else’s vomit for the first time.

Yes.

Just as I lifted Lenny above my head and opened my mouth wide to sing to him, he brought breakfast back to greet me.

As much as I love my baby and as pure as I consider his stomach juices to be, this is my least favourite milestone of parenthood so far.

There’s not much else I can say about it except that it tasted just like my own vomit.

I’m wondering, does everyone’s vomit taste the same?

I’m not willing to experiment further so I’m just going to assume all vomit is equal and go to bed.