A first time for everything

Yesterday Maya complained to me that her stomach hurt.  I wasn't really concerned because she usually tells me that 10 times a day.  Later it moved on to, "I'm going to throw up."  We spent some time at the toilet and got out the throw up bowl, but no success.  (As an aside - the throw up bowl when I was growing up was an old cool whip tub.  It always grossed me out to read food words on the label when I was sick.  Why, mom?  Why a cool whip tub?)  So, we get in the car to take Haley to gymnastics class.  I DIDN'T BRING THE BOWL.  Do you know where this is going?  Maya falls asleep on the way, we drop Haley off, and then head to a store.  On the way to the store, Maya wakes up and says the dreaded words, "I need to throw up."  I don't have anything to catch it and I am driving.  I grab a baby wipe and tell her to try to throw up in that.  Ha!  So, she covers herself and her seat and the floor mat in front of her.  We drive home where I have 30 minutes to clean the car and Maya before we have to go back and get Haley.  I put Caleb in his crib with toys and took Maya's clothes off her and sat her in an empty tub.  (After I cleaned the car, I came back and bathed her).  I put Maya's clothes and the car seat cover in the washing machine and then went out to the car.  I threw away the floor mat, scrubbed her seat, car seat, and the carpet.  I thought I did a good job until we picked up Haley and she said, "What stinks?"