At about 9, I changed and nursed a surprisingly fussy little girl. When I lifted her to my shoulder to burp, I was pleased to hear a big one. And then I felt something warm run DOWN. MY. BACK. Oh, and wait. In my hair. All over my pillow. All over the sheets. I wiped everything off and got dressed. Then I brushed out my solidified hair. Whatever. I think part of being a mommy is that you smell like barf most of the time. Still, there's nothing like a little barf in your butt-crack first thing in the morning, right?