Travel sick…

Our holiday starts with a long drive. A real ‘get away’ drive.

Ten minutes into the journey Emily says, “I feel sick.”

I suspect a bluff. She is sitting in the middle seat because it is usually the other two who get car sick and I thought they might fare better by a window. This has made Emily – who likes a widow – cross.

“Oh dear,” I say. “Perhaps look out the back window, Em, that’s your window isn’t it.”

Less than a minute goes by.

“I still feel sick.”

“Oh dear.”

“Mummy!”

“What?”

“I still feel sick.”

“Do you really feel sick, Em?”

“Yes!”

“How sick?”

“I would say I feel about … um… about 20% sick.”

She is five years old. Where does she get this? I do not have time to ponder the question when I hear her vomit.

A long drive ahead indeed.