Up Chuck

Today my car received it's first thorough hosing from William. It went like this. I was taking Kara to get new tires fitted to her car at Lawnton. So watching her give William a full bottle of milk it was suggested that he should go in my car so when he fell asleep like the little angel he is we wouldn't have to move him. Good plan except as I awaited Kara's arrival at the tyre shop I heard was can only be described as a hose running. Hum I thought. I wonder where that sound came from. Then I heard a little wimper. Turning around I discovered the back seat had been turned into a pool of puke. If only I had the camera. It was HUGE. It was everywhere. To get Will out the seat I had to touch it to take of his clothes. Puddles of puke pooled into the bottom of the car seat and I despaired of what to do with a naked baby and puddle that seemed to grow. Anyway Kara arrived thought it quite funny and proceeded to do business with the tyre man. What the!!!. After half a container of wipes, one double bed sheet which is now in the bin and a number of dry reaches from me we managed to get order into the situation.
Off home we went but why we bothered I don't know since Kara had left her house keys with her car back with the tyre man.
It was a tragic day for my camry and me but worse for our poor boy who continued to dispose of his daily intake via his rear a little later in the bath. I guess that's too much information. Sorry no photos' this time.