Whenever Emma and I go on field trips together, we always bring some type of fatty food to eat on the way way there. Two years ago, Emma thought it would be funny if she brought a giant tub of icing on the chorus trip to Busch Gardens. Of course, we stuffed our faces, but no one ate as much as Emma did. By the time we got to Williamsburg for our performance, her face was slowly starting to yellow. We thought she was going to pass out, but OH LORD NO. We got through the performance alright, so we left for dinner at Golden Corral. She was silent the whole way there. She asked my mom to crack the window, and I knew at that point, (no matter how many times she told us she was okay) that something bad was going to happen. As we were pulling into the parking lot, Emma lets out a burp, and throws up everywhere; my mom's neck, all over my car, and all over her. I was tucking and rolling out of my car at this point, with the car still going at least ten miles per hour. After everything was cleaned and taken care of, we ate and Emma acted like nothing ever happened.
Lesson learned?
Don't give Emma an overdose of icing, and don't ever have me in the car when you're about to throw up.
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