Once upon a time...
My lovely daughter went out upon the lash, to celebrate the birth of her friend's daughter. Said friend used to drive her to school. He was Irish, and had a penchant for celebrating with whiskey, she would have been 17 or so.

She fell through the door at 11.30pm. Thudded upstairs to her bedroom with her hand over her mouth, tumbled retching through the bedroom doorway like a psychedelic lawn-sprinkler and promptly passed out. I fetched her a pint of water, put her in the recovery position and left her to it.
Next day dawned bright and shiny, and groany from her bedroom.. I fetched her more water to drink, and some more in a bucket, hot, soapy water with cloths to help her clean up. To be fair , she did the most part but somehow, we could never seem to get rid of the smell completely. Despite the bicarbonate of soda, the joss sticks, air freshener, et al down the following four years.

Last year, I dismantled the cabin bed, prior to decorating the room and rearranging it. Daughter had a cabin bed, with a big, sturdy wooden set of steps. Smooth wooden steps, apart from the undersides, which were really lumpy.. "That's funny" I thought, scraping away chunks of five-year-old Jameson-scented daughter vomit from under my fingernails...
I am a scutter, sometimes...
(Beer Elf Thought this was like a campfire, anyhow, on, Thu 25 Mar 2010, 20:52, 2 replies)

Sounds like some good parenting there...
Don't go mental, make sure they're safe but make them clean up their own mess... (much like my own folks)
( TheMattInAHat has a particular... odour..., Thu 25 Mar 2010, 22:17, closed)

Nice
Ill remember this when my daughter hits that age
(Obi wanker nobi Its not a bug, its an unexpected feature, Thu 25 Mar 2010, 23:02, closed)