Yesterday, I drove MoonPie to horseback riding. We haven’t been going very consistently due to the heat, and a somewhat diminished level of interest. So it’s been a while since we’ve made the winding drive out to the barn. About half way there she started complaining that she didn’t feel so good. Maybe she needed a Coke. Only I didn’t have a Coke and the last time we had a similar conversation, it ended with Moon throwing up into a Disney blanket.
I looked at her in the rear view mirror.
“You don’t look so good.”
Moon: “Can I see?”
Me, turning the mirror so she can look at herself.
Moon: “Yep, that’s my puking face.”
Awesome. Luckily, I had a beach towel in the car, which she put in her lap for the duration of the ride. Also, she didn’t puke.
That Disney blanket is still gross.