Happy New Year!
La la la, taxiing out of the Phoenix airport. Little guy throws up all over himself, the seat, and me.
I clean up all that I can while he remains as pale as he can be.
Flight attendant doesn't think he should fly. Calls to return to gate.
Paramedics called but I'm not sure why. I want to say he's fine, but it's too late.
Back and forth, the discussion goes. Co-pilot comes to see what's going on.
He's nice, he cares, passengers do not. They decide that we must be gone.
So we wait, and wait, while plans are made. A hotel? A new flight? We split up?
No flights back home 'til late that night. Sit for 10 hours while my guy throws up?
We're booked a hotel, we'll stay for the night. We might make it home the next day.
No guarantees, they say, so we play it by ear, while little guy sleeps and throws up. Hope he's okay...