Now in another lifetime that utterance would have grossed me out to the point of engaging my gag reflex; however, this is not another lifetime. In this life, my life, the dog gets a cheese stick reward for cleaning up the mess so I don't have to. In this life, the one that includes a post-vasectomy surprise child, something that comes out of the baby's nose may wind up on my pants...because I put it there. In this life, the blurry-eyed one that I find myself in at 40, spit-up on my shirt doesn't constitute an outfit change unless it has a strong odor attached.
Granted I wasn't a stickler for cleanliness before the third child arrived. He just gives me a higher mess-tolerance, a stronger stomach to endure the foul and a better excuse for turning a blind eye to my canine Swiffer.