Daddy and Jack went on this ride called the “Black Widow.” Well, let’s just say that by the end of the ride N & J had been bitten by the Black Widow. It was one of those spinney rides (which I knew my stomach couldn’t handle) turns out it gave the boys fits too. We made it back to the van before the throwing-up began! Whew! It was bad news. Jack kept saying “I don’t like that ride, I wish God had never made that ride!” He asked a million times when he was gonna feel better and although the throwing-up passed quickly he wasn’t feeling back to “normal” until the next morning!