You know, those frantically rubbing small people clothes under hand dryers whilst panicking about loosing their wandering brood and missing their boarding call.
You see, Lilly never throws up. Ever.
Day of departure. Mummy’s idea of breakfast: 1 banana, with back up porridge after check in.
Lilly’s idea of breakfast: 2 bananas. After all, no banana in eyesight must remain uneaten, or ‘saved’ for later. What a silly idea.
‘She’s got a funny cough’, I remarked to Rob halfway to the airport, before casually turning to the back seat. Just in time to see Lilly throw up. Twice. Once for each banana.
Needless to say, I found myself stripping my child in the departures hall and joining the queue to wash and dry a vest and a pair of dungarees.
Shame I couldn’t drag my car seat in for the same treatment under the super duper turbo charged hand dryer. Instead, it remains safely guarded in valet parking, left to slowly smoulder.
I wonder just how scary banana spew will look (not to mention smell) when we touch back down in 9 days’ time?
Knock knock. Guess the joke’s on me.
Smugness never pays. Ever.