On the way back from new Mexico I was dog sick and barfin' my brains out on the plane ride back to LA. We got in the car and I was wedged in between both the kids strapped into their car seats. Barfing into a barf bag from the plane while I was shaking and crying I heard a little voice say, "Mommy?" I looked at Noah and said, "yes?" She asked, "Is any of that getting on me?"
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