Exploding cow

What just happened can only be assumed to be similar to an exploding cow. My wife was holding our baby and, without warning, he spewed forth a cloud of milk that rained down around us.

My wife was the first casualty, with our coffee table and a good portion of our living room rug were claimed as well. It goes without saying that his cute little onesie was decimated.

“Wow” was all I could say.

It all happened so quickly, but it was over as soon as it started. Our dog was the first responder within moments, beginning the clean up and acting like she had just won the lottery.

“Wow.”

I walked to the kitchen to get some paper towels so I could start cleaning up the disaster scene. My wife was talking but I couldn’t really hear anything, it was like my ears were ringing in shock.

“Wow.”

I slowly cleaned the items on the coffee table that were laid to waste, with a small glimmer of hope that my rug would not smell like sour milk after this is all said and done.