Well, We Made It To The Parking Lot

...of the Bronx Zoo today. Literally, we were next in line in the car to pay to enter the zoo.
And then Jack threw up.
Sigh.
He seems to be able to go about 20 minutes max in the car; then it all just comes out.
And now he remembers--when he saw the car this morning, he started to scream.

I guess this means we can never, ever live anywhere with Jack except NYC.
Or an even more sobering thought: I don't even think we can make it to JFK to fly anywhere.
And, as Daddy pointed out, I don't know how we'll ever be able to get rid of this car. Thus far no amount of deodorization has provided satisfactory results.

Oh, well. Despite the fact that we had come prepared for car sickness (bucket, wipes, towels, etc), neither of us thought to bring Jack an extra pair of clothes. Let's just say it was a good thing that this was the first day since last year where you could be comfortable running around in a shirt and a diaper.

I, however, did not have that option.
Did I mention that Jack threw up a second time once I had unbuckled him and put him on my lap?

Oh, yes.

Anna, at least, had settled upon a clear strategy for this kind of thing:
"If Jack throws up on me, I'm going to throw up on him back!"