Nothing puts a greater crimp in your carefully-planned day than having a toddler throw up all over himself and a little bit on you right in the middle of Kroger’s. Nothing. And it all liberally coats his jacket, which you can’t just remove and apologetically stuff in a plastic bag because you know, it’s like 6 degrees outside and he kind of needs the jacket if he’s going to survive the trip from the store to the car, so you’ve got to get to a bathroom, dripping, try to clean him off, and then you’ve got to decide whether to forge on or just give up and go home….