Yak

A little vocabulary lesson before I begin: Yak is a very technical term we use here at the Beasley house. It stands for vomit. It is neither classy nor appropriate in mixed company, but neither are a lot of the things we do here. That's just how we roll.

Last night I fed Reese his usual dinner of sweet potatoes and turkey and a fruit. I think last night he ate apples and cherries. Yummy. About an hour later he was playing in his jumper so Lofton and I could eat. After we finished, Lofton sat down next to Reese to play. Obviously, Reese wanted to escape the cage so Lofton reached over to lift him out. {I really hope you are trying to visualize this.} Lofton had to lift him relatively high into the air so Reese's feet could clear the jumper seat. When Reese was directly over Lofton's head he yakked. On Lofton's head. And down his pretty face.

I would love to say I was helpful, or even a little empathetic toward Lofton. I wasn't. I laughed until I was in pain. It was the funniest thing I have seen all week. And the fact that Lofton hates anything remotely gross {spit up, yak, poopy diapers} made it that much more amusing!