When I was two years old, I puked in the backseat of my dad’s 1979 Dodge Omni 024 sport coupe. According to family legend, my parents were unable to remove the smell of my barf from its red vinyl interior and were forced to sell the car and buy a new one.
What goes around comes around.
En route to a picnic lunch at Zorinsky Lake on Sunday, I heard the distinct sound of upchucking coming from the back of our sedan. “Oh my god, did Levi just throw up?” I worriedly asked JB. In response to my idiotic question, Levi promptly puked again.
JB quickly directed the car into a church parking lot, and I jumped out of the passenger side to investigate. What I saw will forever be burned into my memory. I’ll spare you the details…but you know the slang term “to blow chunks?” Well, that’s exactly what it looked like.
Thankfully, Levi did not render the car unusable like I did to my parents’ sport coupe, but he did manage to get vomit into every crevice and crack of his Chicco Keyfit 30 infant car seat.
I’m not exactly sure why but cleaning Levi’s barf from his infant carrier was the motivation we needed to finally make a decision on a convertible car seat. While the freshly-washed seat cushion and buckles dried in our laundry room, JB and I logged onto Consumer Reports and reread your comments from this post. And what convertible car seat did we decide on?
The Britax Boulevard 70-G3 convertible car seat in zebra print!
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