Earlier this week, we headed up to Prescott for a night to see my sister. We spent a beautiful, brisk afternoon at the lake, feeding ducks, trying to start a fire and eating smores. The boys had a blast. Although, whenever we travel it's pretty much a guarantee that one or both of them will vomit at some point. I guess it was Ike's turn this trip. He barfed all over me right as we were leaving to have dinner with my sister and her friends. I had to wear my pajamas to the restaurant because I didn't have a change of clothes.
Kids. They have plans and those plans are usually the opposite of yours.