My then 5 year old son got sick while the plane was climbing into the air. There were no bags in the seat and he threw up so quickly I did the only thing I could think of - I cupped my hands I’m front of his face and caught it all in my hands.

With the plane still climbing I could only sit there holding a pint of vomit in my hands. As soon as the flight leveled out I asked the lady next to me to undo my seat belt, squeezed past two other people to carefully walk to the bathroom, then ask a stewardess to open the bathroom door for me.

When I got back to the seat everyone was already taking good care of shokup jr. And luckily there were no more problems on the flight. The lady next to me said I was a very good father!