Woah

The hierarchy of tears for babies never ceases to confuse me.

The baby can squawk and screech for half an hour before she squeaks out a burp, a nappy-rattling fart (literally - she was laying on me yesterday and I saw the back of her nappy rattle) or a splash of turd, but she can lay on her back and fountain out a stream of milk that reaches more than half a metre away and she only smiles coyly?

I mean, if I was laying down after a good meal and suddenly threw up in such a manner that I kept my front dry and my back wet, ruined the giant bed I was laying on, and could see that my gross volume reached further away from me than I am tall, I'd probably be a little emotional about it.