Presley projectile vomited while we waited in line at the border today. She was in the middle of crying about her tummy hurting and then BAM out came 5+ cups of mostly liquid. I had to backtrack in the border line to get over to the duty free parking lot to clean her, and everything in the backseat, off. In the midst of such a smelly and widespread disaster I was STOKED to remember that a few months ago my mom stuffed a big ol pack of baby wipes in my glove box. All I had in the car other than that was a dirty beach towel, so the wipes pretty much made my day. Who would have thunk my reason for gratitude today would come from Presley's pineapple juice barf?!
PS. Presley is fine. Totally better after she coated my car.
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