Well our Christmas vacation was over. Uncle Chris and Aunty Deanna drove us all to the airport and we bid our good-byes.
It started out to be a relatively calm trip that is until Ashton threw up on me. It wasn't just on me, it was totally down my shirt.... and as Payton pointed out- it was nice and chunky. Oh it was so gross.
I don't think the flight attendants had see vomit 'out' of the little barf bags. One came and asked if I needed something, and I said some napkins or paper towel might be nice. She came back with 6. Nice.
Luckily Payton had brought a hoodie which a put on.
After that Ashton slept the whole rest of the way home. Kids. :)
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