What I learned today was that there are many ways to show displeasure. Like tonight, during Hot Mama’s Oscar party, I decided to protest “The Artist” winning Best Picture by projectile vomiting all over Daddy’s shirt.
Note: I haven’t seen “The Artist” or any movie.
Note: I wanted “Little Einsteins” to win.
Note: I vomited for totally unrelated reasons.
Note: Daddy took it like a champ.
Note: I also pooped my pants.