Abby's first sailing adventure was eventful. The winds were up-- 25-35 mph-- and that made for some hefty waves. I felt fairly comfortable, but Matthew and Abby were turning green. Finally, Abby looked up at me and said: "Momma, I'm going to frow up." She meant it. I told her to hold it until we found her a bowl. Looking back, I see how ridiculous a request this was; holding it is not something most adults could have done in this situation. Well, my obedient girl held it until the precise moment we procured a bowl. Dad's cereal bowl. Sorry Pop.
Our second sailing trip was much more calm, and Abby had no seasickness at all.
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