Last week, Garrett's cousin, Taylor, returned home from serving his mission in California. G knew he would be in Florida during that time, but asked me to take the kids to see Taylor at the airport. He felt that our boys might not have many opportunities to see a missionary coming off the plane, so it would be a good thing for them to go...luckily the girls could come too, with their busy school schedules. It was great to see Taylor.
On the ride home, Wyatt got a little carsick and kept saying he was going to throw up. The kids looked around for a bag and could only find a small Nibs licorice bag, so I asked Ash to hold it ready for him in case he did throw up. A few minutes later he began throwing up and Ash was doing her best to hold the little bag for him, but then I hear Ashlyn screaming and trying not to laugh and puke at the same time yelling "Mom, there's a hole in the bag!!" Oh, yuck! I looked at her and Colt and McKenna and they were all gagging and trying hard not to puck, too.
It was pretty comical for me, well, except for my baby crying and throwing up. We pulled over, order some food at In n Out Burger and cleaned Wyatt and Ashlyn up...yuck!
