"I puke."

We went over to our friends today for play time, and while Carson is 3 years younger than Sophie, he tried his hardest to keep up with her. They played in Sophie's room, in the play room, outside, on the swing set, in the side yard. You get the picture. We ended up taking off around noon because Carson was suddenly lethargic. (Over-heated from being outside? Worn out from 3 straight hours of playing?)

On our way home, I turned around to see Carson dozing off in his car seat. His eyes sort of rolled in to the back of his head...and...wait for it...he puked...three or four times actually. The puke was all over the place - it completely saturated his clothes, his car seat, was inside my bag, in the basket I keep between the seats (that houses Wet Ones, Goldfish, an extra diaper for each boy, an empty sippy, an annoying toy that makes sounds, etc.), in his shoes, in his hair - EVERYWHERE.

We pulled over and yanked him out of his car seat. The poor kid said with a whimper, "Mommy, I puke." I replied, "I know, Buddy. Let's go home."

:(