me: OH NO! MY BEBBEH HAS THE WOMITS! AGAIN! ALL OVER MY NEW SHIRT! IN CVS WHILE I WAIT FOR MY PRESCRIPTION!
t.rex: (acts listless)
me: Wow, so no dairy, then. That teaspoon of low-fat yogurt at lunch was apparently a bad idea. Another scientific experiment failed.
the Biscuit: Mommy! I'm a fairy, mommy! A fairy princess witch mermaid Care Bear Stormtrooper! And I want some water, mommy! And a cookie! And some Care Bears! Mommy, I made a sammich with my ham and cheese!
my new shirt: (waves white, vomit-covered flag in surrender)
the tank top I put on after that: Oh, dude, this is going to suck.
the tank top I.P.O.A.T: Yeah, that sucked.
me: MY BEBBEH IS STILL WOMITTIN!
t.rex's doctor: I thought we agreed about the 'no yogurt' thing?
me: Well, you said no full-fat yogurt before bed. I tried low-fat yogurt at lunch. Barely a baby spoonful. That's different.
t.rex's doctor: How's that working out for you?
me: No so well.
t.rex's doctor: Vomiting is more of a laundry issue than a disease issue. He's allergic to milk. Buy a goat.
me: Can you write a prescription for that?
me: I am running out of shirts. And towels.
the Biscuit: I love t.rex! I will hug him! And take his toys away! No, t.rex, no! You can't have your toys! You are sick! Quit spitting up, baby brother!
me: Yay! He quit wommitting!
t.rex: I changed my mind. HERBLAUGH!
me: It's going to be another long night, isn't it?
Dr. Krog: You should really quit trying scientific experiments. You're not good at it. And you guys smell like cheese.