More projectile news

The family was over having dinner last night. The baby was fed and I was holding him - really still- while everyone finished eating. All of a sudden, out of nowhere (well, really out of Brock) this projectile of milk flew out of his mouth and hit Ron big time on the side of his sweater. I received a bit on my shirt as it passed by, but mainly it splashed on Popop. I laughed really hard. Obviously a contrast to how Quinn handled her experience. Ron laughed too. Just not as hard as I did. :-)