Daughter 1: {throws up}
Me: Oh, baby girl! I'm so sorry you're sick!
Daughter 1: {heaves} Momma, is it after midnight?
Me: Yes.
Daughter 1: {pukes} So, it's February 2 already?
Me: Ummm... I think so...
Daughter 1: {barfs} Did the groundhog see his shadow?
Me: What?
Daughter 1: {blows chunks} Did he see his shadow? I don't want it to be spring yet. {vomits} I want a snow day.
