Like people who've just left the asylum, we decided to drive from Seattle to LA for the holidays instead of driving. We've got the kids all set up in the back with pillows, blankets, lap desks and DVD players. We've got snacks, scooters, and Christmas gifts. We're ready to roll.
It's an 18 hour drive which we've decided to split up over 3 days. We've prepared the kids for spending a long time in the car and they're on board with the idea. Or at least we thought.
Just an hour and a half into the first leg of the drive, Mopsy asks -- with all seriousness --
"Are we in LA yet?"
Not quite, kiddo. But almost.
Insult of the Day
So Mopsy is climbing over my legs the other day and says,
"Mom, your legs are itching me! The fur!"
FUR? My one-day-old leg stubble qualifies as FUR? I"ll be making a laser hair removal appointment in the morning.
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