Not for the weak stomachs!

So today we decided that we would go look for a table and chairs for our breakfast nook. Well we got everyone cleaned up, dressed, fed and happy and off we go, which is not a small task. So we are on the highway and Robb is driving and I am on the phone with my friend. So I look back and see Cole throw up in his hand. Just a little spit up so I signaled to Robb. I finish my conversation and hang up the phone. I look back and Cole throws up again, this time a little more but not too much. I then see Cole do this for a 3rd time and this time it is a lot. So I start getting panicky and I tell Robb hurry pull over. He says I am trying to find an exit. So we finally get to a gas station and we both jump out to clean up the mess. Well when we look back on the other side we realize Grant has thrown up too. And the funny part about this is that if you know Cole you know he has a weak stomach so he only puked because Grant did! He can't look at Grant once, but instead tortures himself by looking 3 times. Grant all the while is happy as can be in his puke. So we both get out get a kid and start using the only thing we have which is baby wipes. We proceed to strip down our kids in front of the gas station taco bell. Poor people who might want to eat taco bell in peace. I asked Robb why did he have to pull right in front. I think he was a little flustered to where to pull. We finally get them all cleaned up and Cole has his underwear and Grant's little baby jean jacket on. Grant has just pants and no shirt. We pack the kids back in and head back home and try to roll down the window to air out the puke smell. We then laugh at our misfortune and our scantily dressed kids sitting in the back. We hope no one sees us so we don't have to explain why we have kids that look like the village people and a car that smell like throw up.