Gemma has a terrible cough. This morning, while Colin and I were doing our bible reading together, Gemma came out of her room to join the party. She then had a coughing fit so violet that she managed to gag herself. Colin, being a ninja daddy, picked her up and held her over the sink while she had a nice early morning heave.
It was amazing. His quick thinking and graceful scooping and swooping made me love him even more. He know's how much I hate puke. I think the floors love him now as well.