A little Vaca

We just arrived in Utah after a year of being away. Mike was very excited, Jack seemed to be excited also. In fact, they were so excited that they both threw-up on the plane to Denver! First Jack threw-up all over his blanket, clothes, and Mary. 20 minutes later, Mike said, "Mom, my tummy hurts." Those words from a 5-year old struck fear into the hearts of those within three rows of seat 20E. After his declaration, he began spewing the earlier meal from Jimmy Johns all over row 20.  We frantically, looked for a barf bag in one of the seat pockets - we found none. Barf bags must have been part of the cutbacks. If we were lucky, we could have purchased the bag with a credit or debit card or at least exact change. 

We survived the vomit and cleaned the boys up during the layover and got back on the same plane just in time to take off. Luckily, we weren't in row 20.