So I recently went on vacation with my grandson.  Not gonna lie, I was a bit worried about traveling with a toddler, since it had been a good 16 years since I’ve done that.  But no worries, he was awesome.

But when my daughter was maybe two at the most, I had one of the more memorable experiences ever.  We were in Indy waiting on our flight (which was already going on over an hour delay.)  My daughter was clearly not feeling well.  She was a bit sluggish, a little cranky and starting to feel really warm.  She was a bit clingy too, because she wanted Dad to hold her and show her the planes.  So we were walking around, she was drinking some milk and just not being very active.

Fast forward all of maybe 8 minutes, and guess what came back?  All the milk she had just drank.  All over my black t-shirt, down the front of my jeans, basically every where.  And it had just enough time to start to curdle.  So there I am, covered in regurgitated milk, dripping this stink, while my wife goes to the bathroom to clean up our daughter.

But it gets better.  I had remembered to bring an extra pair of clothes with me in my carry on bag… except I didn’t bring extra pants.  And my pocket was filled with curdled milk.  Soooo, I went to evrey single store in the Indy Airport trying to buy new pants.  I found one store with pants on a mannequin, which for some reason, they refused to sell to me.  The only pants in the entire airport were a pair of white boxer shorts with black Indy Race Cars on them.  So there I am, truckin’ through the Indianapolis Airport in my fresh red t-shirt, black Chuck Taylor High Tops, and my sweet new Indy Race Car boxers.  I was quite the fashion statement.

(By the way, yes, that’s a pic of me on the beach from this past weekend… Don’t ask.  I don’t know how to dress appropriately.)