Fished his Wish

Just before bath time tonight, I got Ben pretty worked up.
It involved turning my back to him and then jumping up and around.
Might not sound like much to you, but I had him in stitches.

Then it was bath time.
Keith carried him through the house on his shoulders.
I heard him say, "Now would be the time Ben threw up on Daddy's head."

Can you guess how the story ends?
I turned around just in time to watch Ben open his mouth and let a whole bunch of regurgitated squash dribbled into Keith's hair, behind his ear, and down his neck.

Really wish I had a camera for Keith's face - I hope your imagination is doing his level of disgust justice!