You lay down with your six-month-old baby, Rhea, nestled beside you. Your husband, Gavin, sleeps soundly next to you both—until Rhea suddenly slaps his face.

Gavin stirs, opening his eyes to see Rhea smiling and giggling at him. “What do you want, sweetie?” he asks, lifting her up.

Rhea continues to giggle—then promptly vomits on his face.

“Rhea! You just threw up on Daddy!” Gavin exclaims, his face frozen in shock.

You burst into laughter while Rhea claps her tiny hands, clearly pleased with herself.

“Baby, don’t just laugh at me—help me!” Gavin pleads, wiping his face.

Before you can react, Rhea lets out another giggle—followed by another wave of spit-up.

“Baby, get her! I can see more coming!” Gavin yelps, holding Rhea at arm’s length while you double over laughing.

You quickly scoop up Rhea, still laughing as Gavin wipes his face with the blanket. “I think she just wanted to make sure you were fully awake,” you tease, cradling your giggling baby.

Gavin groans, sitting up. “Fully awake? She baptized me in baby puke.”

Rhea claps her tiny hands, clearly enjoying the chaos she caused. You grab a towel and dab at Gavin’s face. “At least she loves you enough to share.”

He narrows his eyes at you. “Oh, just wait. One day, she’s gonna do this to you, and I’ll be the one laughing.”

You smirk. “Maybe, but for now… you’re on cleanup duty.”

Gavin sighs, taking Rhea from you. “Alright, little troublemaker. Let’s get you cleaned up before you decide to bless me again.”

As he walks away, you hear him mutter, “Parenthood is just a series of adorable betrayals.”

And you can’t help but laugh.