My wife to be, her son who was 3 (Andrew) and I spent the day together. We ended the afternoon going to her dad's house (The first time I met my father in law). He fed Andrew 2-3 cans of those mini dog peckers. It was very hot. He drank several cups of milk. He played in the yard, spinning him around, etc. We were driving him home and he did the full exorcist. Projectile vomit in the back seat of my new Eddie Bauer Expedition. I remember getting to her house down the road and taking the water hose and pulling my finger over the end and spraying the curdled milk and chewed up devil weenies out of the vehicle. I was mad......lacked understanding. She figured I would never call her again.

I have a picture of my wife and Andrew sitting together just before we went to her dad's house in my office. That day I learned what being a parent would entail. A major turning point in my self-centered life at that time. I also learned you never travel with youngens without two gallons of water and a change of clothes for the occasional upchucks.