After school today, we hung out at the park at Sam's school, getting the last of the warm, sunny weather for a few days. Sam rode his scooter with his friends and then we stopped for a new helmet at a bike store sale. When we got home, it was late, and Sam and Vivian were hungry. I got Sam's dinner together while juggling the baby and decided to let him eat at his little table in the dining room, while I fed Vivian on the couch nearby, instead of trying to push a late family dinner.
Chris arrived home for a short while before going back out to a meeting. He sat at the dining room table trying to prepare for his meeting, while taking a business phone call. Meanwhile, Vivian spit up/threw up down my back and over the back of the couch. I got up and took my shirt off and handed Chris the baby, so I could clean up. In the kitchen rinsing off my shirt and a couch pillow and monitoring Chris and I's dinner, I heard Sam screaming about being stuck. I ran back into the dining room, where Chris was trying to pry Sam's feet out of the back of his little chair where they were wedged, still holding the baby, balancing on his non-broken foot. We got them unwedged and calmed him down, and I asked Chris to wipe the spit up off my back, while Vivian started to cry.
About five minutes later, when all was calm again, we realized Chris's client was still on other end of the abandoned phone, listening to the commotion and patiently waiting for him to return.
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