Kangatopia

Bear is spending his days with his grandfather this summer, and Monkey and Winston spend their days in a daycare. So, this morning we all woke up, got dressed, ate breakfast, Winston promised to not poop in her underpants today, Monkey brushed her own hair, and Bear practiced tying his shoes. This is how it went after we piled in the car:

Bear: I feel sick.
Mommy: It’s okay, Baby. We’re about 10 minutes from Grandpa’s house. Take deep breaths.
Bear (five minutes later): Mommy, I don’t feel good.
Mommy: Okay, Sweetie. Five more minutes and we’ll be there, I promise.
Bear (three minutes later): Mommy…
Mommy: Oh God. Honey, really, we’ll be there in a couple of minutes.
(Mommy passes a grocery sack which happened to be in the front seat – but is not normally in the front seat because Mommy is not very good at preparing for eventualities like this – to Bear.)
Bear: blaeaaaach
Mommy: Shit.
Bear: bllllaaaaaaaech.
Mommy: (thinking “fuck”)
Mommy: Honey, try to get it all in the bag.
Monkey: Stop getting it on me!
Bear (as we pull up in front of Grandpa’s): I think I’m ok now.
Mommy: (thinking, “of course you are”)
Mommy (letting Bear out of the car who is sitting between Monkey and Winston, and is coming out the side on which Monkey is seated, trapped really, in her car seat): Hand over the bag, Baby.
Oh, wow.
There’s a hole in it.
Hang on, Monkey, Mommy will go get you a wet papertowel and clean all of that off of you.