We took no-angel (our daughter’s nom de gerber) down to Texas over Christmas to see my wife’s family. It was her first time on a plane. The first flight was a quick hop affair, but that didn’t stop it from being the longest flight of our life as no-angel threw up on us over and over. And over. And over again. Those poor people behind us, and their poor bags. At some point you would think we would have learned our lesson about saying “at least she doesn’t have anything left in her.”
We should have give her some Benadryl.