They should charge an additional 5$ to watch my commute home. Watch the emotional roller coaster of trying to get my boy home without him throwing up all over himself. You can watch the excitement as we get closer to home, the worry when he starts to make little gagging sounds, and the subsequent internal struggle of not vomiting myself when I smell the bile and partially digested granola bars and yogurt. You can see the careful extraction of a vomit-covered baby from a car seat and the mad dash to the bathtub.