TANGENTIAL STORY ABOUT BARF
TANGENTIAL STORY RELATED TO BARF:
When Kelly was three years old and Katie was about 1 1/2, my grandmother passed away and we made the trip to Burns, OR for the funeral (about 4 hours drive from where we live). We stayed at a Best Western motel. Kelly got sick, and we were using the motel room ice bucket for her to throw up into. When we checked out, I asked the front desk person if we could keep the bucket for the trip home, and she said "By all means!" So, that little ice bucket became known around our home as the "Puke Bucket". After that, when we would be on family trips and the girls would see a Best Western motel sign, they would say...
"Look, Daddy! Puke Bucket!"
I like Best Western motels, but they have nonetheless been referred to by all members of my family (plus some of our friends who have heard this story) as the Puke Bucket Motel for the last 17 years or so.
We still have the official puke bucket, and it still has the Barney the Dinosaur stickers we put not just on the outside but on the inside, so when our kids threw up they could do it on Barney.