Spit-up.
April 9, 2008
I had a moment today. A moment of inspiration. Much like the moment Ben Franklin had when he decided to fly a kite in a lightening storm. It happened in the Kroger parking lot. I stepped out of my car and walked around to the other side to retrieve my child. I lifted him out of his car seat and started walking towards the store. Within seconds, a familiar friend decided to join us…spit-up. Not down the front of his bib where it should have fallen, but all over the front of my shirt instead. And, at that exact moment, I realized, “Kids don’t need to be wearing bibs, moms do.” Stay tuned. My “mibs” (short for mom bibs) will be hitting stores soon.
July 21, 2008 at 9:13 pm
Ha, do I ever need a ‘mib’ - you should market them. When does a baby ever manage to spit up on his own bib??? I call it the ’stealth vomit’ - silent, without warning, you can go around wearing your little white badge of spit up for hours without knowing.