Abort mission

Today we drove up to Milwaukee from my inlaws house to go to the children’s museum. We stopped for lunch and custard on the way. About two minutes away Darwin tells us, after a sneeze, that she has peed and I realize that I didn’t take her to the bathroom at the restaurant. Parent fail. No biggy though. We get to a parking garage and I get her into fresh pants. I literally pull up the dry pants and she projectile vomits custard all over. 

Mission aborted y’all. Mission aborted. 

(For those concerned, the puke was likely the result of exhaustion, custard, and stress. We got home and mostly are just suffering through a standard cold.)

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