barf

Be thankful that there's no picture to document this story. We drove to Kellogg, MN yesterday. We did not eat raisin bran there, rather we visited a famous factory know for crafting toys from the flesh of dead trees. It's a 45 minute drive so we timed it so Hunter man would nap on the way out. The plan worked perfectly, and he woke up just as we pulled into the parking lot. Then he barfed all over himself, his dog Scout, his blanket, and his carseat. The car immediately filled with the smelliest smell that I've ever smelled in my nostrils. We sopped up as much as we could with paper towels and got the little guy changed into his spare leisure suit. Ian is prone to motion sickness so we figured that Hunter's puke was the result of a Y-linked phenotypic trait. Once expunged, he seemed perfectly happy so we went inside. He loved the place, running around playing with every toy imaginable. After about an hour or so we got ready to pack up into the smelly car and he let loose again with the puke...all over himself and the carpet on the floor. We ran off before anyone noticed.