My wife just wiped the baby's mouth, thinking that The Pea was spitting out some of the Frosty we'd been feeding her. She used her fingers and then promptly licked them off.
It was not Frosty. It was baby puke.
That's right. My wife just ate some of my daughter's spit up.
E: I've always liked Pomeranians... W: (whispered in a "jock voice") Fluff Dog! E: ...but I've heard they can be emotionally unstable. W: Well, that's a lot of hair to keep their feelings under.