On the way to Elizabeth's taekwondo class today I heard a shout from the backseat... "Ick. Colleen threw up!"
Poor Colleen looked down at the mess and said "Oh nooo! I'm ruined. And I'm sticky! I need a wipe!"
She's now feeling better, singing songs on the sofa at the moment. Now I'm off to hose down the car seat. Ick.
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Is this the time I relate how, about the time we lived in Delaware (for those who keep track--it was the brown Toyota wagon, not the gray Chevy wagon)when we collected barf bags from each flight we took, even had Jerry Kelly collecting them for us, because our first two were notorious back seat barfers?
I remember one specific instance when I was scheduled to drive a few other Dupont colleagues to an evening seminar in the Philly area. We had had a bagless incident in the previous couple of days. It had been cleaned up, but its aroma remained. My riders (all single) were distraught all the way to Philly, torn between the sweet smell of parenthood and breathing the frigid aire form an open window. Then found an alternate ride back.
-Da
PS-- We will hold the last day in AA-red eye incident for later.
I don't "go on vacation" nearly as often as you did to pick up barf bags, so I'm thankful we haven't had those kind of issues. :)
Car Puking, or CP, is a very serious problem, thankyouverymuch. While I may have had him in volume, Patrick surely was the more dramatic puker.
I certainly had a good sense of timing. :)
Da -- if we'd taken the red eye out there wouldn't have been a problem.
How about the time Patrick threw up on the way to eye surgery at Will's Eye in Philadelphia? Also, we could publish a map of places Neil has barfed in Northern Minnesota.
Also, we could publish a map of places Neil has barfed in Northern Minnesota.
This is what I was saying - Patrick was a laser-guided missile, while I was more of a carpet bomber.
Oh man.... I've held out too long...
Perhaps you will find a large, unassuming animal to torture her with for the rest of her life.
I don't know what 'sportsphotographer's comment has to do with CP; however, it seems to me that of the three of you, he had the most laudable CP record (speaking from the parental perspective, of course). He certainly held lots of other childhood family records (e.g., ER visits), but not CP, in fact, the last major CP incident I can remember was on 23 March 1984, with two pink-eye cases (i.e., four eyes) (sorry for the red-eye reference in an earlier comment)in the back seat on our last day in Ann Arbor. One of them (the details grow hazy with time) CP'd. It was a friend's car I had borrowed for the emergency (the school said to get these sickos out of here) so I had to clean it out ASAP. Pulling over to the side of the road across from the VA Hosp, I strongly encouraged them to step outside for a little RSP (road-side) while I grabbed handfuls of snow to scrub out the CP'd floor. I kept the snow on the spot until just before I returned the car in hopes of keeping the smell down.
I remember. That was a Patrick.
I also do not know what moose have to do with throwing up other than that the road from Ely to Grand Marais was not exactly straight.
I seem to recall on more than one occassion Da taking a car towards where the tunnel is now in the left lane to pass and finding a semi on the other side of the turn...
No it had nothing to do with CP but rather experiences with three kids in the car.... MOOSE PAT MOOSE!
Is CP hereditary? Oh no. My beautiful, unsullied, cashmere-colored car interior is toast, isn't it?
Yes, I do believe CP is hereditary. I recall a few CP incidents of my own, one wherein my mother had to purchase a new dress on the fly as we were traveling to a wedding or some such. Since ACC has already shown this marked alignment with her father's genome in her unblinking-stare-deep-into-your-eyes behavior, I think it is realistic to expect other behaviors to gush out of her from time to time.
-Da
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