We had a dilema while traveling to drop off dad's favorit soda- Route 44 Vanilla Coke.
Feed the baby without a spoon.
"Here, use the straw for dad's soda. Just suck it up and she will suck it out."
Mom licks the spoon clean. Dad never knew. Infact, dad said, "This soda was better than the last one."
That night as we are going to sleep I see Dad sleeping like a baby. He is holding the comforting clenched in his hand against his five 0'clock shadow face. He has no idea that this is the comforter that the baby threw up harves vegetables, not spit up, on from the food that was fed with his Route 44 Vanilla Coke.
I could not wake him.
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