Johnny is 4 and Stevie is 2. We had flown up to Ohio to visit Grandparents. It was a wonderful trip. Last day of the trip we had a bit of a celebration. Grandma made Dirt Cups. For any of you not in the know...these are chocolate Jell-O puddings with Oreo cookies crumbled onto them, and gummy worms stuck all through out. Yummy and fun all at once! The boys loved them and slurped everything right down. Finish packing and head to the airport. Jon had left a couple days earlier due to work, so I was flying home with the boys alone. I am on the outside seat with Stevie in my lap (this was before the days of car seats on planes) Johnny is in the middle seat, and a nice man in a suit is in the window seat. The flight got bumpy and things got nasty. Johnny looks at me and says, my mouth feels funny. Then he turns his head and throws up in the lap of the man next to him! Stevie looks down and yells at the top of his lungs...BUBBA GOT'S WORMS! Sure enough, there in the business man's lap are gummy worms Johnny slurped down whole. I can't say I am sorry enough! I use the burp rags I have in the diaper bag to help the poor man clean up. The turbulence is awful now and no one can move from their seats. Johnny throws up again... yep, more worms. I have Stevie standing in the seat behind me, other passengers are pointing their air vents at us and tossing barf bags. The flight attendant is no where to be seen. By the end of the flight the business man is looking quite sick himself and has his face pressed to the window...through out the whole ordeal he hasn't said one word. Johnny is stripped to his underwear. Stevie is happily chanting Bubba got's worms, over and over. The flight attendant shows up and lets the children and I off the plane first. Our smell was unbelievable. That was most definitely the most wretched flight ever. To this day I still imagine that poor man.