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Quebec City! I will be in you for the Quebec BD Festival / Salon international du livre de Quebec! I’m only there Saturday and Sunday, so here is where to find me, and when:
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Quebec City! I will be in you for the Quebec BD Festival / Salon international du livre de Quebec! I’m only there Saturday and Sunday, so here is where to find me, and when:
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Oh no. 8( I hope she’ll be okay.
She is– this was from a while ago, the same time she got sick and I accidentally hit her in the face with a bucket.
(Oml.)
Still, I can’t help but worry. It’s how I am. ; u;
Reminds me of something from my toddler years. Something that’s stuck with me for my entire life.
I was riding in my grandparents’ van, we’d gone to a McDonald’s, and I got a toy. Now, this toy? Was cool. From what I remember (I was probably three), it was some kind of mystery pop-up book, and you got clues from moving motorcycles’ headlights on stuff. I liked that toy. A lot. But I get SUPER carsick. And can’t control my jet-stream vomit. But, being the naive child I was, I didn’t remember that. That’s when it hit me. I asked my grandpa to pull over. My grandma did too, because she knew they were in the splash zone. But my grandpa thought I could hold it.
Nope.
My kid gets very carsick too, so she’s forbidden any kind of book/game in the car. This is a story from hell.
I used to get travelsick, and still do a bit. I don’t vomit though, so my parents never took it seriously and would never pull over so I could get out for air and to stretch my legs or anything. :(
Aw, poor kid.
I have to ask, did she actually get it in the bag or did she miss to keep the disney-world souvenir clean?
She did get it (partially) in the bag.