A friend of mine once told me that he was happy to capture his daughter's vomit in his hands. It didn't gross him out; he was happy to do it.
I can tell you that I, on the other hand, am not 100% happy to be vomited on, nor would I capture it with my hands if I could help it.
Down my back, in my hair, on my toes? Well, that is a different story, I suppose.
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