I have a bug my darling daughter gave it to me. She was on my lap on thursday looking at our weddingpictures in the official white leather album when she suddenly announced: Mom, puke is coming. I threw the album sideways trough the room and held her of the furniture. A minute later we had a square meter of dirty floor but a clean album.
It is a great story this is what married with children looks (and smells) like but I am happy to let someone else tell this story. Did I tell you how much I love my weddingphoto's?