my middle boy gets car sickness. we’ve left a pair of poopie pants on the side of the turnpike before (don’t lecture, I couldn’t keep them in the car or there would be vomit on the rest of the clothes), carried ziplocks full of vomit till we found a garbage can and anything else you could think of.
Today when Connor and Jeff went out to play survivor man in the woods with scouts, I thought it would be a great time to go buy basketball shoes for the boy. He cried saying he didn’t want to get car sick and couldn’t I get them and bring them to him. What a guy. And the crazy part is, I just might do it becuase the basketball shoe store is in the outlet mall and I wouldn’t mind walking around trying to find a good deal for connor’s winter boots.
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