We went to Montana for a few days this last week. We got back last night. After the boys went to bed, Randy and I snuggled on the couch and then went to bed.
This morning, Willard comes up to Randy and says, "Guess what happened on the way home daddy?"
Randy: "What happened?"
Williard: "I spewed in the car. I think its because I ate too much"
Since when is it called "spewing"?
Thankfully, I had purchased a dish pan tub so they could keep their toys/water bottles/sunglasses in, and he used that.