CountersteerYour true stories of good and bad things that happen in cars.  

Ahh, kids. The reason we exist. The centers of our universe. The apples of our eyes. Or so I’m told.

Last week, I was chatting with my friend and fellow clean person, Jolie Kerr, about the various messes that somehow end up in cars. I am of the belief that if you don’t bring crap into your car, you’ll avoid 99 percent of all in-car messes.

But then I remembered that people have kids and occasionally, kids need to be taken places via cars.

So, this week’s Countersteer is a question that Jolie posted:

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Barf? Poop? Some combination of the two? I don’t know if I’ve made this glaringly obvious or not, but I don’t have kids, so I have no idea.

Tell me what I’m missing out on.