another puke-tastic installment of the adventures of trix and ted

i wrote this, but wasn't going to post it because it even made me a bit queasy. but i'd hate for harper to run out of those vomit marshmallows. so here goes.


I wiped an eyelash off his cheek and told him to make a wish.

“It’s your turn.”

I can’t tell you what I wished before I blew it off my finger, because then it might not come true.

And I want it to come true.


i could make rice krispie treats myself, but i think i've eaten all the cereal.

~beatrix