Well I don't have a picture for you, but I am sure you can create one as I tell you the story. So we went to lunch at Chic-fil-a today. Reese and I, Tara and my dad. We met some friends there, had a nice time, expect Reese did not like the cow walking around. She waved at her first and then when she got closer Reese began to cry. She then kept a look out for the cow and would cry when she saw her on the other side of the restaurant. After we drop Dad back at the his house we head home. As I pull into our subdivision Reese begins to cry out and I turn to look at her and say were almost home and she begins to vomit, oh my heart sank. It kept coming, so I slammed on the brakes, threw the car in park, and hopped in the back seat. Once she was done I put her highchair cover over her so she didn't mess with the yuck. Tara then kept her hands busy until we got home.
Needless to say it was a mess, and I learned how to take the car seat apart so it could be cleaned. If you are wondering Reese is feeling fine, I guess something didn't settle so well. She hasn't had much more to eat today, so we'll see about tomorrow. I hope you enjoyed our story.

P.S. Thank goodness for the seat cover for my car, no mess on my leather!