At dinner last night:
Buddy takes a long drag off his sippy cup.
Dad: Huh…did you give him a drink?
Me: Nope…did you?
Me: Huh. So…how bad are we talking here?
Dad: If I had to guess, I’d say morning milk…from two days ago.
Me: Good stuff. So, vomiting later?
Dad: Good bet.
Buddy, I don’t know how you didn’t registered severely spoiled milk, and I don’t even want to know how bad that tasted. But what has me most impressed is that you did not, in fact, vomit. Stomach of steel? This will serve you well in college.