A letter...

Dear spit up gods,

Please exit Marshall and Presley's bodies. You are in there ALL day EVERY day, and I think you need to find a new home. They can't wear nice clothes because you attack the clothing. I can't wear nice clothes, because you then attack my clothing too. Our couch and carpet have also complained about your frequent attacks. Marshall and Presley are tired of having bibs permanently attached to their necks, and I am tired of having a burp cloth attached to my shoulder. Their father and I are getting pretty tired of smelling like you as well. So, any time you would like to vacate would be fine with us. I hope you have enjoyed your stay, now LEAVE!

Sincerely,

Me