Additional fun fact. When my first child was about six months old my wife and I went to lunch at Chilis in Fayetteville, Arky.
My wife had to powder her nose. The last thing she did was look at the exotic purple, yellow, and green paper coasters and said, “don’t let him get his hands on those. He’ll eat them.”
While she was gone I started watching some sport on the TVs. I looked up and my son was eating a coaster. I panicked and started cleaning that %# up. I got every piece of evidence cleaned up. I was literally sitting on his bib to hide it. Everything right and tight.
She sits down, reaches for my son, and he projectile vomits purple vomit right in her face.
