Projectile Vomit

What the hell?

I feel like Emma has a secret life. One where she trains to project her vomit across a room. A life where she trains her body to propel her off the couch with a single fart. Maybe she does it at night when we are all fast asleep.

Seriously.

How is it that I can be holding her and she can completely miss my shoulder because the pressure spews the vomit across the room, as opposed to gravity pulling it down. That's some talent.

Ladies and gentlemen, my daughter.