The decision to take the train for 6 hours or drive for 6 hours each way to St. Louis for a party is one I will regret everyday for the rest of my life. Not as harsh of travel restrictions as when flying, but boy oh boy, I will drive anywhere up to 10 hours away by car at this point. Imagine my horror as I\'m smelling the usual poo and lurching my way to the rather generous toilet on the train only to discover that not only are there only three wipes left in the beg, but that his poo is running down the inside of his pants. I can only imagine what changing a nasty diaper in an airline toilet must be like.