Note to Self:

Don't give Anya too much chocolate. I think the Easter thing was a little too much for Anya's poor tummy. (Warning: grossness ahead.)

She was sitting at the table, colouring, and DH was feeding the babies in their high chairs facing away from her. I was in the kitchen, not paying attention, when she said, "Mommy, I coughed." Me: "Did you cover your mouth?"
Anya: "No. But there's something icky on my drawing."
Me: "Well, that's why we cover our mouths when we cough. Get a kleenex and clean it up."
Anya: "But it's icky."
Me: "Just wipe it up with the kleenex."
Anya: "But it's ICKY."
Me (still not looking): "Use two if you have to."
Anya: "Mommm-eeee...."

I finally went to go help her and realized what was on the table. "Oh, dear. That wasn't a cough, Anya, that was a puke."

It was just a little, but still. Ew.