Burpie Bessie

Our kids have created names for each family member. The Princess has been named: Burpie Bessie. That changed recently after 2 wonderful situations.
On a trip to the store with ALL 4 kids, The Princess was complaining that her stomach hurt. I thought we just needed to stop at the restroom and then get her some lunch.
Well, we were stopped at the door greeter getting our sticker to return an item. Huh, guess where we were? Our town's "shopping mall??" Suddenly, she barfed all over.
I quickly grabbed all four kids and turned around to leave. Then it happened again....
A trail of barf all the way to the door.
Then it happened in the parking lot.
Then near the car.
Good thing I had a change of clothes in the car and plenty of wipes. A caring bystander even stopped to offer help.
After getting the other 3 situated and all the barf cleaned up, I actually had to laugh (to myself of course).
How funny that she had barfed at the store that so many people despise -- Wal-Mart. Plus, my wise youngsters added: at least we didn't have to clean it up. This was true.
But the problem was, I'm not sure if we'll be allowed in any store in town soon. About 2 weeks earlier she got sick in the grocery store. We were just getting ready to take our lunch to our table when.....
The Princess barfed. Right in front of the deli.
If that doesn't kill your appetite, I don't know what will.
That day, I did not have extra clothes with. She just sat in her undies on the way home.
But once that episdoe happened, I quickly grabbed her and told Farmer Boy to go sit with the baby in a booth. We rushed to the bathroom, where... she barfed all the way to the door and also inside.
Again, I laughed.
At least I didn't have to clean it up.