Ok. So, its Thanksgiving morning. We're driving up to Lansing, MI to spend the holiday with Mark's family. Its a 3 hour drive. (Well, 7 for me, cuz I had to come home from school, but anyway...)
So, we're somewhere in the middle of Michigan. Nowhere would be a more appropriate description.
Suddenly, I hear this strange noise. It sounds like Cabeza peeing in the back seat. I turn around an look, and Molly has this terrified look on her face...and she says, "Mom! Cabeza is, um, he's, sh...sh.....SH
I**ING IN THE BACK SEAT! PULL OVER!" She's like, flattened herself against the door, and Cabeza is now trying to jump in the front seat. I'm sure he's thinking, "Hey, Molly. You might wanna come up here, too. Its kinda gross back there." So, Mark, who is driving, is like, "What's going on?" And I'm SCREAMING!
"PULL OVER MARK! STOP THE DANG CAR!"
Molly is gagging.
Cabeza is now stepping in the LIQUID mess, and bouncing around cuz Mark is trying to quickly get off the highway. So, now, there are large brown footprints and an enormous pool of pooh all over the back seat. There are large, brown splats all over Mark's coat.
Oh, speaking of coats, did I mention that its like, 10 freakin' degrees outside? And an extreme blizzard? Yeah, its cold, and now Mark's coat is covered in pooh-splats.
Ok. So we get off the highway and pull into a gas station. Everyone jumps out. Cabeza immediately has another projectile pooh. Molly and I run into the gas station and grab a bottle of pine sol, two rolls of paper towels, a box of garbage bags and one of those large big gulp cups. (I suggested a squeegee and Molly almost puked...)
Mark is shivering like no one's business, and he and I are like, scooping the pooh up into the papertowels and filling up garbage bags. We get the majority of the actual pooh up, and take a look. There is no way that we can make it the rest of the way to Lansing with the car in its current state. Molly is standing behind us reminding us (in case we may have forgotten or hadn't thought of it) that "THERE IS NO WAY I'M GOING TO RIDE IN THAT CAR TO LANSING!"
Thank goodness there is a carwash up the road. We chain Cabeza up to the propane tanks in front of the gas station and Molly waits inside the gas station. We head to the car wash. Can you believe it? They have a fancy upholstery cleaning machine!!!! The Pooh Angels were looking down on us that day! It is this huge brush that squirts out stain-removing foam and then with the flip of a switch, sucks it all back up! WOOOOH! So, Mark and I douse the back seat with pine-sol, use the scrubbing brush thingy, and suck up all the brown foam! WOOH! It was amazing.
Course, now my car reeks of pine sol, but, hey. The seats are cleaner now than they were before Cabeza's butt explosion, so maybe I should be thanking him?
It was really fun to explain why we were an hour late for Thanksgiving dinner. Thank goodness Mark's family has a great sense of humor!