…and I wasn’t there. I wanted to be…even was partway there. But then Sammy hurled unbelievably…all over himself, his booster seat, the back of the front seat, and somehow even underneath the back seat of the Vue.
So I had to go back home and stay with him, give him a bath, and clean up. Ugh. [And as it turns out, while writing I had to pause and run in to him in the bathroom (all 5 feet away or so) because he hurled again. Ick…poor little guy.]