This is Who I am

Sunday afternoon Debbie was repotting plants and asked me to go get one from Jack's room. I did, and was greeted with a strange smell. Peering further into the room I saw, on Jack's orange chair, vomit, which led to his bed where my little baby son was sleeping. He was sleeping surrounded by puke. It was nasty. I woke him up and beckoned Debbie to assist.
Pumpkin muffins everywhere, a lot of that batch of stomach muffin ended up on...
CHUCK!
This is how Chuck earned his name in the first place, by being vomited on, and so once again the adorable stuffed Koala earned his name.
I took some photos, you know, for the record.
Waiting for the wash.
CLEAN!
I don't know many who could get a gutful or puke and keep on ticking, Chuck does it!