Finally at the airport. The morning went smoth until we were in the car and V got car sick. Can’t blame the little guy both mom and dad have a history of car sickness…poor V.
Used to vomit, I cleaned the car and V in five min and quickly changed him. Thanked Fabio for being wise and suggest that we should go earlier than planned.
Now we just had a breakfast at Vidae Cafe and babba is running around like nothing happened. In the car he was even singing before and after.
Time for CT and paternoster!