Sensing a Trend?

The young women in my mom's ward called her the other day to say they are washing windows for a service project and wanted to come clean all her outside windows tonight. So, me and my mom think it would be nice for us to make them some chocolate chip cookies for their efforts. I made them earlier in the afternoon, so we were of course snacking on these cookies all day long. I was somehow able to get Kensley to eat a decent lunch and dinner, but in between all these meals she was eating cookies like crazy. I was thinking she had had enough, but I was also thinking that it wasn't very nice for me to deprive her of these little pieces of heaven when I myself was feasting on them at every opportunity. The young women finally arrived and washed windows and left with a plateful of cookies, leaving us with still plenty to eat. Things were winding down for the night and I finally decided that Kensley had had enough. She was yelling "cookie, cookie" all day long, but I told her they were all gone. She then started demanding chips. I said no again and then offered her a piece of string cheese which seemed to pacify her. We settled on the couch with Kensley on my lap eating her cheese and drinking milk from her sippy cup. We were watching the season premiere of The Biggest Loser and there was only 5 minutes left. She suddenly gets a funny look on her face and starts crying. I couldn't figure out what was wrong, but she was obviously in distress. So I turn her towards me to give her a hug and she starts throwing up all over me. It was all in my hair, down my back, creeping down my shorts, and all over the couch. It was quite possibly the most discusting experience of my life. It scared her and she started crying, but I couldn't do much to help her as I was now covered in puke. I drug her off to the bathroom where I stripped and jumped in the shower with her still crying in the bathroom next to me. I had considered putting her in the shower with me, but she is deathly afraid of showers. As I quickly rinsed off, she resumes her puking all over the bathroom floor. I grabbed her as fast as I could to try and get most of it in the toilet, but failed miserably. It was spattered all over the floor, all over the toilet, and some even got on the wall! I put her in the tub and all our clothes in the washer and my saintly mother cleaned up all the throw up. The end.