Baby Vomit
The next morning, I was feeling energized, still thinking
about all the reasons I had to be grateful.
Instead of throwing on my usual jeans and a pullover shirt,
I got up early and ironed a dress shirt and pants. I shaved my four-day stubble
and splashed on cologne that had been sitting on my dresser untouched for at
least a decade.
When I got to work, Katy was at her desk, Baby Kara awake in
her cradle next to Katy’s feet. I looked at Katy who nodded.
“Who’s the cutest?” I said to Kara, picking her up and
rubbing noses.
Baby Kara, smiled, cooed, and threw up in my face.
I stood in silence for a moment, holding the baby at arm’s
length. I placed her gently back in her cradle. Vomit stained my shirt. I
couldn’t smell the cologne anymore.
Katy said, “Oh no!’ and started to laugh. I wiped my face
with a tissue from Katy’s desk and started to laugh too.
Sometimes all you can do is laugh.
Today I’ll try to laugh about it, whatever it is.
Fawlty Showers 2
is a work of fiction. Any similarity between the characters and anyone you
might know is purely coincidental.
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