Peanut Butter Hairball
The following is a chat conversation I had with my wife today:
Susan: oh dear
Bubby ate hairy peanut butterEdward: yuuuck
Susan: Lauren sent him to the toilet to throw up
Edward: lol
Susan: she is instructing him to make sure he flushes
Edward: for real?
Susan: yes
dead seriousEdward: does he want to throw up?
Susan: apparently he dropped his peanut butter spoon and decided it was okay and he ate it except their was a hair on it.
so Bubby starts gagging
Lauren sends him to the bathroom
Bubby hacks around above the toilet
Lauren turns on the exhaust fan because she doesn’t want the bathroom to smell of peanut butter
i was messaging you and i hear Bubby from the bathroom yell “i got it!”
apparently your son is part cat and can hack up a hairball
cause i went into the bathroom and see the infamous hair on his fingers
he had indeed hacked it up
he washes his hands and gives Lauren a big hug yelling thank you
apparently her advice was just the ticket when you want to hack up a hairball
the only downside Lauren is convinced she smells like peanut butter now and can’t stand it
Kids… you gotta love them!
