So yesterday I step out of the master bedroom located at the top of our stairs. As I look over the railing, I see my adorable son Luke sitting on the carpet next to the tile. In his hand is a fistful of half digested catfood and tritip one of the cats so kindly regurgitated on the floor. It is on its way rapidly to Luke's mouth. I scream no no no as I hurl myself down the stairs to intercept the nastiest snack on the planet. Luke just looks adoringly up at me with his darling smile, laughs and continues to attempt to eat his new found treat. Luckily I reached him just in time! Gross.