PROJECTILE VOMITING. Every day.
If he didn't act so perfectly normal and happy, I might seriously wonder if there was something wrong. Neither of my other boys ever had this problem and I now consider my past-self lucky.
I've learned to dodge the vomit by leaning forward or to the side when I know it's coming. When I don't realize it is on it's way . . . we are get totally covered in yellow fermenting milk curds. You know the smell.
As my older boys say these days, "Oh yeah!"