Trying to get a jump on family ATCs this year so that I don’t have a pile of them to do at the end of the year…
This one is deliberately blurred… if you don’t want to see cartoon vomit, don’t unblur it!
When my middle son was about 6 or so, we went on a road trip that included a visit to my parents (15 hours away by car). He was asleep but woke up about 10 minutes away from our destination and got sick. EVERYWHERE. Poor little guy cupped his hands trying to hold as much as he could… and kept holding it until we arrived at Grandma and Grandpa’s house. In that moment, it was less funny, but we still chuckle about that little boy, sitting in the middle of all that mess, making sure that the small amount he was holding onto in his cupped little hands didn’t spill. Kids are funny!
Oh no! (My kid used to get carsick from highway exhaust fumes; I remember an early occasion when I went out for the day and she gave me a whole string of last-minute advice ending with, “Don’t throw up in the car, Mommy!”)