Breakfast this morning was normal as any other: oatmeal, apple, and milk. But then right before leaving for church somebody wanted a snack. So, add a packet of fruit snacks to the list. I don’t know what it was–perhaps that additional vitamin C in the fruit snacks–but as we were rolling up to church (Mummy was at work today), Poppy throw up…all over her Sunday best. Worst part is we were about to be on time for once! We came back home and after taking an Elmo break, Poppy headed outside in her stripes of shame to clean off her car seat. I know, Daddies are notoriously terrible at outfit selection, but these clashing stripes were purposeful, stripes of shame for making us miss church and ride thirty minutes home in an unfreshner. Is that wrong of me?