Can't even count the number of times we've had kids throwing up on a long trip. It seems to not even phase us anymore. Stop. Strip 'em down. throw them back in with a plastic sack for the next chunks.
D'arcy had some sprite, and was taunting Julian by saying "Ha Ha, I have sprite and you don't." Julian's response was quite mature. He simply turned around and said, "Yeah, well, I'm not sick." Touché.
He's quite happy here, as you can see...but he got his.
I shouldn't have let D'arcy sleep because she was woken up by her own barfing and didn't have time to grab that darn plastic bag.