I've been reminded of the time that we were driving home from Holyhead, across Wales, on a twisting road with a low speed limit and DS1 had something wrong with his stomach and his burps smelt awful. Actually awful isn't a strong enough word to describe how bad it was. These burps were EVIL, think nappy bucket (diaper pail) mixed with silage, stink bombs and that bottle of milk that you didn't realise was lost in the shopping bag for three weeks.
So we are driving along with all the car window open in not wonderful weather, all of us freezing cold and trying not to be sick.
We ended up stopping at a pub for dinner and having to sit outside in the rain to eat it because we didn't want anyone else to have have to suffer the smell.
It took 3 days for his stomach to get back to normal and everytime he burped we all practically stampeded out of the door.