Two stories

Story #1:
Yesterday morning a dog was barking when Cora woke up (and continued barking most of the morning). When I went in to get her she pointed at nothing in particular and said enthusiastically and urgently, "Dee!" I said "Dee? What's that?" Then she said "oof!" which is her sound for "woof". I said "Oh, do you hear the dog barking?" Cora smiled really big, nodded her head emphatically and patted her leg (the sign for dog). Is she amazing, or what?

Story #2:
I ran to the store this afternoon to pick up some groceries with Cora. We spent a super-enjoyable time meandering through the aisles, marveling at what an abundance of food we are blessed with and listening to a number of "singing cards" in the card aisle (to which Cora bobbed her head and swayed side to side). We were finished filling our cart and I was at the front of the busy store, about to get into a checkout lane when Cora started to vomit. And it kept coming and coming. I could hear it drip on the floor beneath the cart and was trying to catch what I could with my hands, but was helpless to do anything. There were people walking by me, some who were irritated that I was taking up so much of the aisle...They must not have noticed that my daughter was drenched in her own vomit and if I moved my cart they would have walked right through a puddle of it on the floor. I'll spare the rest of the details, but to say the least, I think this is my newest most embarrassing moment.