We're sitting here on the couch playing with Andy. He just said to Shawn, "Daddy I have to barf."
I have heard this song and dance before and so I told him to go fetch his bucket. (I had it here in this room from the other day when I thought he was seriously ill.) He did, and dragged it back to the couch and crawled up next to Shawn.
He sat down with the bucket and put his face down in it, burped a few times, made an echoey noise, and then put it on his head.
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