When we went to get the kitten this afternoon, Trey said from the back of the van “Mamas, I’m sorry for my chicken” and we had NO idea what he was talking about. I asked him to repeat what he said and again he said, “I’m sorry for my chicken.” I looked back at him and he had thrown up his lunch (chicken) all over himself. Poor little guy. We stopped, got him cleaned up and headed onward to get the cat. I made the mistake of giving him a graham cracker and some juice and about 10 minutes longer into the trip he lost it all over the back of the van. I’m sure the kitten people thought we were a nightmare pulling up, stripping down our kid and evacuating the van in a hurry. It was BAD. We got Trey changed again…loaded up the van and headed back home. Trey’s thrown up a few more times and is now resting on the couch. It’s tough because we aren’t “barfers” and our guys don’t know what to do when they get sick like that…and we really aren’t prepared for it. Wish us luck, we’ve got lots of hand sanitizer and fingers crossed that we’ve kept this nasty bug quarantined.