On the way the boys were playing a game with Grandma involving centrifugal force. With Grandma sandwiched in between the boys all three of them would lean from side to side squashing each other as we rounded corners.
On the way home with full bellies this game didn't seem quite so entertaining. In fact it was quite the opposite as they tried desperately not to squash each other for fear of causing someone to upchuck.
This brought back some memories so Grandma and I began regaling everyone with gross stories from years past. We remembered some of the gross things my Dad use to say like:
Regurgitate, regurgitate, throw up all the food you ate
V-o-m-i-t, v-o-m-i-t, vomit, vomit, blaaaahhhh
Mommy! Mommy! get me a spoonBird has some trouble identifying with my family sometimes. About this time she was seriously considering getting out of the moving vehicle for fear that she might be infected by whatever it is that we have. The boys on the other hand were looking at us in amazement and asked to hear them again.
David threw up and Billy is getting all the big pieces
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