

MG: Nora? Do you want some goldfish?
Ben: Yeah, she's probably hungry.
Ben (looking in the rearview mirror): Nora, don't stuff so many in your mouth at once. Yeah, that's right, spit out that little bit. Wait...auughhhhhh! Oh my gosh!
MG: Is she throwing up?
She had indeed. So while I went into Wal-Mart to grab a few crucial items (paper towels, butter, and decorating bags) Ben was in charge of the clean-up.

MG: Oh, my gosh! Someone's going to nominate us for one of those bad parent photographs!
Ben: No, the car was not running. Yes, it was still cool for the 30 seconds it took for me to take this shot. Yes, the doors were unlocked and I had the keys.
And yes, those women in the background were giving him some weird looks.