The Wow.

     Everyone knows who this guy is. He's the guy that beats up prostitutes. What you may not know is that he sells kitchen kitch, like the SlapChop, and, more important to our conversation, the ShamWow. Vince says, you'll say wow every time you use it. Last night, I could have used something that absorbent. So here's the thing, if someone figures out how to make a swaddler out of a ShamWow, I'll buy it. Evy started a spitting up marathon style last night. She just wouldn't stop. She didn't seem to be distressed or anything, just unable to keep the milk down. Could've been the amount of food she ate, could've been the garlic bread we ate at nine last night, who can say? Regardless, we owe a pretty large wet spot in our sheets and a half full washer to her esophageal exploits last night. She's fine, but I totally want a ShamWow burp cloth and/or swaddler. It would make me say wow every time she spit up! I think parents need that; a reason to say wow when their kid spits up...