My Greatest Fear...happened. BARF

Today after dropping the kids off at school, I went throught he drive through of a local coffee shop. I got myself a caramel pecan latte and I got Beck a cup of milk with a straw. We drove down Staples to Target to do our weekly Target thing for the first time this week.(do any of the rest of you go to Target multiple times a week?) I'm talking to Josh on the phone and pulling into a parking space (yes he knows about my multiple time a week Target addiction) when Beck barfs all over himselft and my car. I threw the phone down and began trying to find a sack or something he can barf in to prevent any more barf from getting everywhere. It was terrible and stinky. Milk barf is even more disgusting than regular food barf. I used every baby wipe I had and he was far from being cleaned up. I drove straight home as he proceeded to continue barfing in the bag I found. Thank goodness I am a mess and there is always some sort of sack of something to return in my car. I cleaned him up and put him in front of the TV with a barf bucket and a pillow and blanket. Of course he never barfed again. He has eaten like a horse all day and is playing like a wild man. I washed his yucky clothes but I haven't brought myself to go outside and tend to the nasty car seat. (It is sitting in the drive way. Maybe the neighbors cat will eat it all and get sick. I am so tired of that thing pooping in my flower bed. Boy I am a grump, today) The devil in me wants to throw that sucker (the car seat not the cat) in the garbage. SERIOUSLY. I did realize: that barfing is disgusting but it isn't life threatening and I will survive it. So maybe I am not near as barf-o-phobic as I used to be. I am still going to pray that none of the other kids get it, though. :)