When your daughter says, "mom my tummy hurts", it usually means you have a few minutes to prepare...not with Jaylee. The poor thing gets so car sick!!! So an hour out of Paris our first explosion comes. Well, a few miles more..."mom my tummy is grumbly". O' yes again. Now, is a good time to mention we have no plastic bags in the car. So we stop, yet again, and "prepare". Of course in the middle of nowhere France people don't speak or understand English, let alone the word vomit. So I continue on with gestures and they get it. Now, armed with a "sanitary napkin" bag we are feeling prepared. Wrong! The bottom gives out. So, now we are on the side of the road, Jaylee is naked and she is saying..."I'm not going to have any clothes left." So true. Now, is also a good time to mention, that Brandon, aka "pretty" is spotless and has yet to touch any vomit. O' he makes such a good observer. So, we are off again and surprisingly we are all in good spirits. So we are almost at our hotel and Viola projectile vomit. "Pretty" has been soiled.