If you’ve never spent countless hours in a car with 2 teenagers and a 7-yr-old, you don’t know what you’re missing. It’s a lot like a regular road trip, but with triple the potty stops. And double the decibels. At least. Oh, and the bickering.
And oh, the blog fodder.
Like the time we saw a tractor trailer rig with the company logo on the side of the trailer. “Aunt Brenda, what does that say? I can’t read Spanish.” (It was cursive.)
Or, after several attempts to get Sarah’s attention, when my niece said “Jesus told me he doesn’t want you to ignore me.”
Or last Saturday, on the way to meet my sister and her husband halfway to return the child to them, when she announced that she was starving. “Can we stop at McDonald’s before we get there?” I reminded her that we had stopped for breakfast just a few hours earlier and that we were going to be meeting somewhere for lunch. “We’re all going to eat together? Oh yaaay! Can I ride with you?”
I’ll be back soon.