A few days ago my couch took the beating of its short lifetime. On this particular morning Ryleigh woke and came into the family room. We started her morning routine without changing her diaper. Thirty minutes later she informed us, "Ryleigh wet." Although I appreciated her honesty and candor, she came up short in telling us, "Couch wet, too."
Later that afternoon, as I was sitting on the couch about to go to work, Ryleigh came and snuggled up close to me. What I didn't realize was the strategic ploy she had devised in an effort to vomit on me. She carried out her plan flawlessly and chucked all over my shirt...and the couch.
The couch is recovering, but ok.
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