can i have a cookie with that?

My oldest woke up with the barfs this morning. If you don’t know my family, you probably think we are the sickest family in the world. Since I’m the one who ends up cleaning all the barf and diarrhea, I would agree with you.

Today when my son was half way through his barfing episode (cue Linda Blair tape), he looked up at me and said, “Mama, did I earn a cookie?”

Let me explain. Because Zach is the barfiest child in the history of the world (I don’t have the data to back this up - just an educated guess), about a year ago I told him that if he either barfed in the toilet or in a bowl, he got a cookie.

Since then I have had to clean up significately less barf .

So with his eye on the prize, mid gag, with puke on his chin, my son asked for a cookie.

See, bribing does work.

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