Last night I washed and conditioned Katie’s hair. Got out all the knots, snarls, fuzz and whatever else had started taking up residence in the nest she called her ponytail.  Put it in a new high ponytail, braided it, and wrapped it in a bun secured by bobby pins.

I slept peacefully in a Nyquil induced coma until I was awoken by Katie trying to tell me that there was something on her pillow. I was too out of it to understand and it takes me awhile to come back to reality after having Nyquil so I told her to talk to her Dad. She told him the same thing and he got up to investigate.

Brian came in to let me know that Katie had thrown up all over her bed. That it was mostly dried as she had apparently slept in it and that was what was on her pillow. I vaguely remember saying, “um, okay” before shutting my eyes.

He came back frantic that I get out of bed to take her hair out because she obviously had dried barf in it. I got up to find her in the tub. First I checked the bed, sure enough lots of vomit, gross. But it was mostly on the sheets and the very bottom of her pillow. I stripped the bed of everything that needed washed. Brian came in and told me he didn’t want me to strip the bed, he needed me to deal with Katie’s dried vomit hair.

With my glasses resting on my nightstand rendering me blind, I bent down until my eyes were close enough to see the damage. I checked every square inch of her head.

“There is nothing on her hair!” I proclaimed with sheer happiness.

It was a miracle!

Brian didn’t believe me. Because the evidence of the bed all pointed to the fact that it had to be in her hair. I let him know repeatedly that thankfully that wasn’t the case. He could see for himself had he actually looked at her head instead of assuming.

I shuffled back to our room.

It was 7am.

I went back to bed.

Katie doesn’t believe she threw-up. Her reasoning being that her mouth was closed. I told her it was definitely barf. She said no, it must have been the detangler I put in her hair. I told her detangler didn’t have chunks of chicken in it. She swears she didn’t barf. So I told her I believed her.

We came to the conclusion that it must have been the barf fairy.

We decided we like the tooth fairy better.

We prefer money!

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