My life last night was filled with a sick, barfing baby. I didn’t even know that such force could be projected from such a little guy. And the smell, oh the smell from the vomit has been burned into my nose hairs. Which makes me ask the next question, “Why do I have nose hairs?”
But that night reminded me that life imitates art and even better, writers take from their life experiences and translate them into memorable scenes – especially the barf scenes.