OK, fine. When life hands you barf, put on your kids' dress-up clothes and entertain the sickies by doing "I'm a Little Tea-Pot." As a rap.
Unfortunately, my clever little rap was not a hit. It was a tough crowd, peeps.
Not that I blame them. Poor babies. If I'd been barfing for 48 hours, the last thing I'd wanna see is some lady dancing around in a tutu and prairie bonnet, rapping a whack-a-loon-Tea-Pot-shtick. No diggity.
Well, I tried. And afterward I got back to scraping puke off the walls, floor, blankets, car-seats, sheets and jammies.
Here's the best part: I only gagged once! HOLLA!