Snacks-Not a Good Idea

This is my latest post for LA Moms Blog “A Snack Means Never Having to Say You’re Sorry.” I wrote it the day before this happened:

Last week, I offered to drive my friend and her two kids with us to a playdate. If you’ve ever driven anywhere in Los Angeles on a Friday afternoon you know you have to be prepared. We were driving far, far away and into the mountains (actually a 20 mile drive, but if there had been traffic, it could have taken an hour). I had water, snacks, jackets, jammies in case we came home late. I had everything – except a plastic bag.

Looking back, giving each child their own bag of peanut butter pretzels before driving up a windy mountain road wasn’t the smartest thing I ever did. The 2-year-old strapped in his car seat illustrated this by projectile vomiting all over the backseat and even into the holes on the speaker.

Let me tell you, hearing a bunch of kids whine that they need a snack is much better than cleaning puke out of speaker holes. I think I might be done with snacks forever.