Z: I threw up on the blanket.
Me: Aw, poor little guy.
Z: And the couch.
Me: Oh. Okay.
Z: And also in my shoes.
Me: Let me get the paper towels.
Big Dog: I too have thrown up.
Me: Oh no.
Big Dog: I threw up something I ate on the rug. But it was tasty, so I ate it again.
Z: I think I am going to be sick again.
Big Dog: I too think I am going to be sick again.
Me: Quick, Z into the bathroom. Big Dog, away from the carpet.
Z: Too late.
Big Dog: Too late.
Z: I got it in your purse.
Big Dog: I got it on the rug again. But don’t worry, nice lady, I will clean up after myself.
Me: Big Dog, don’t touch that.
Big Dog: So tasty.