On the April 23 post, I predicted our house would smell like tapioca. That was an incorrect assumption on my part. It turns out a more accurate description would have been milk vomit.
My apologies.
Sorry about the lame title. Everything else we could think of was taken. It was late, we were tired and in a moment of weakness we chose this one ... now, as a result, everyone has to live with it. Just hope we do better with naming the baby.
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