Yesterday, we had to stop to get gas. You can't have the door open on the van and pump gas, so my routine is to play silent peek-a-boo with the kids, through the window, ducking and jumping up like a fool and enjoying every minute. We played for a while, then I checked the meter to see how much more gas I needed to pump.
Around that time, Elizabeth yelled - I could hear her clearly through the shut doors and windows - "Mom, Brian threw up!" Brian had been chewing on a plastic spoon and gagged himself enough to puke. I, of course, didn't think it could be that bad. I expected to find some spit-up on his shirt and assumed Elizabeth was being dramatic. Then I got into the car ....
It took a few moments before the smell hit my nose. Ew. It reeked of vomit. (Brian had oatmeal, applesauce, and cottage cheese about an hour earlier.) Poor Elizabeth kept saying, "Mommy it smells so bad. The smell." And then she started to cry.
Poor child. I'd fluffed it off while she sat in a closed car with vomit stink all around.
We drove home with the windows down.
Around that time, Elizabeth yelled - I could hear her clearly through the shut doors and windows - "Mom, Brian threw up!" Brian had been chewing on a plastic spoon and gagged himself enough to puke. I, of course, didn't think it could be that bad. I expected to find some spit-up on his shirt and assumed Elizabeth was being dramatic. Then I got into the car ....
It took a few moments before the smell hit my nose. Ew. It reeked of vomit. (Brian had oatmeal, applesauce, and cottage cheese about an hour earlier.) Poor Elizabeth kept saying, "Mommy it smells so bad. The smell." And then she started to cry.
Poor child. I'd fluffed it off while she sat in a closed car with vomit stink all around.
We drove home with the windows down.
ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!
ReplyDeletevomit is a smell you can't get out of your nose either. i hope your car recovers!!
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