Grey had been doing fine the majority of the day and I NEEDED to go to the grocery store. We all (me and the kids) went to Wal-Mart. Grey was sitting in his "hip hammock" and Anna in the cart. All was well until the very last isle before going to the register to pay. Grey unloads another gallon of puke all over me, himself, and the floor. With the basket full of groceries, me soaked, Grey with a greenish-white face, and Anna screaming because she got some puke on her finger, I pulled my bag out of the cart, grabbed Anna's hand and we were outta there. Yep, I left the FULL cart right there in the middle of the frozen section. I'm on the verge of a breakdown.