On July 18, 2009, I took the two older grandkids to the Bloedel Reserve for the "Book-It" performance of Jungle Book. I had a great time, and I think that the kids enjoyed it, also. I know that they absolutely loved the ferry ride over to Bainbridge Island.
On the drive home Willie said: "Grandma, I'm going to throw up." We were getting close to home, so I asked him if his tummy just hurt or if he was really going to get sick. He said he was going to get sick. Luckily, there was a syrup jar (clean and empty) right next to me, so I took the lid off and handed it to him. He proceeded to throw up--neatly and quietly--in the jar. I put the lid on (all this while I was driving, mind you) and handed it back to him. Upon handing the jar back to Willie, he took it and uttered: "Sweeeeeet".
Now, my husband will be the first to tell you that throw up and I do not get along well. However, I am very proud to announce that I held it together.
Here are some pictures of our adventure:
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