I had to pick my wife up in Washington DC tonight -- there was a major train derailment and she was going to be stranded for quite a while. So, I pack my 21 month old son into the minivan and head to DC. She is the cutie on the left and he is the cutie on the right.
Five minutes from meeting my wife, my son projectile vomits his vittles all over himself, his booster seat, the car seat and the door. @#$@#$!
Very fortunately, we had a change of clothes and nearly a lifetime supply of wipes in the van so were were able to clean him up and the booster/car seat as well. So much for going out to dinner tonight.
I think that either the jostling of city driving upset his tummy or he stuck his fingers down his throat to see what would happen.
Guess what I get to do tomorrow? Clean the inside of the car.
Oh well, such is life.
Greg
Ps this is only the 2nd time this has ever happened, so I should just shut up and take it like a man, but I can't help myself.
Five minutes from meeting my wife, my son projectile vomits his vittles all over himself, his booster seat, the car seat and the door. @#$@#$!
Very fortunately, we had a change of clothes and nearly a lifetime supply of wipes in the van so were were able to clean him up and the booster/car seat as well. So much for going out to dinner tonight.
I think that either the jostling of city driving upset his tummy or he stuck his fingers down his throat to see what would happen.
Guess what I get to do tomorrow? Clean the inside of the car.
Oh well, such is life.
Greg
Ps this is only the 2nd time this has ever happened, so I should just shut up and take it like a man, but I can't help myself.
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