Charis was keeping Ruby company while I put Judah down for a nap. From downstairs, I heard her say, "Ruby just urped, and I need a burp rag!"
"Okay, sweetie. I'll be right there," I replied, not sensing any urgency in her voice. "We'll get you cleaned up and put a new shirt on."
"No, mom!" She scampered up the stairs, giggling. "She urped right in my MOUTH! And I didn't like how it tasted! I didn't like it at all!"
I suspect that's an understatement.
When we were back downstairs, she looked over at her baby sister and said in a very motherly tone, "Try not to do that again, Roo."
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This is hilarious. Poor Charis. But she handled it in true big sisterly style, not breaking the stride of being in control and knowing how to handle the situation for even a second. I'm impressed.
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