Does not the title of this post give away it’s content?
Poor, poor Mighty Baby. When I took her to the bathroom mid-flight to change her diaper yesterday, she took that opportunity to tell me that her tummy hurt. But since she can’t talk yet she lodged her complaint by projectile vomiting. Now, I don’t know how familiar you are with airplane lavatories, but let me state her for the record that they are small. So small, in fact, that there is absolutely no possibility of dodging when something wet, stinky and full of raisin chunks comes hurling at you no matter how fast your reflexes might have become thanks to hours and hours of playing Wii Shooting Range games. Once it all came up she felt better, of course, so I cleaned her and the bathroom up as best I could and headed back to our seats so HoBiscuit could hold her and tell her everything would be all right. Of course, the way I smelled no one was willing to hold me and tell me everything was alright until I got home and washed the stink off of me.
And we still had two hours before we landed. Phew!
mmmmmmmmmmm…. Raisins
Hah! That’s almost as disgusting as what happened to my BIL – but he deserved it! He was changing my nieces diaper after she did #1. What she didn’t tell him was that she also needed to do #2. While changing the diaper, he was standing down-wind as they say. Well, as he was placing the new diaper down and holding her up by her legs to slip the diaper under, she had an explosive bowel movement and my BIL got a facial. It wasn’t pretty! Try getting that taste out of your mouth!