Hey everybody, Dylan here.

So look, I don't want to gross anyone out who's listening.

So this is a warning.

And what I'm going to talk about is gross.

Skip forward if you don't want to hear about something gross.

But I am talking about travel. skip forward if you don't want to hear about something gross.

But I am talking about traveling with children.

And traveling with children is by definition, disgusting.

Not once but twice, I have found myself

either on an airplane or running through an airport

holding cupped in my hands, someone else's vomit.

Luckily, it's one of my children's, not a stranger's,

but children's vomit as I find someplace

a trash can, a bathroom to get to.

Pretending everything's fine.

Excuse me.

Could you open that airplane bathroom door for me?

Why thank you?

And then there's still, you know, 12 hours left on the flight. So my kids are a little older now. They're slightly

less vomit in our travel lives but there's all kinds of new challenges. My daughter

is a maniac for bugs and critters,

and so we're on a trip, and suddenly,

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