This story was supposed to be a story about eating deep fried cookie dough at Joe's Gizzard City. But when I drove by, I chickened out...I really did not have it in me to haul 3 kids into a seedy looking joint when I could happily drive through a Burger King, and throw the bags back to them and keep driving...So that's what I did...not that that made the trip any easier...
Before we left...
Me - Make sure you all go to the bathroom.
Luke - I don't have to.
Maria - I just went - (but goes again anyways)
60 minutes later...
Maria - I have to go potty.
Me - There are no exits here...you'll have to hold it for about 10 minutes.
10 minutes later...
Me - Luke do you have to go potty too? I'm not stopping again. (famous last words)
Luke - No
30 minutes later...(LUNCH)
Me - Does anyone need to go potty here, or do we just drive through?
Maria - I'm fine.
Me - Luke, do you need to go?
Luke - No.
Me - That didn't sound too convincing.
Luke - NO!
5 minutes later...
Luke - I HAVE to go to the bathroom!!
Me - Are you frickin' kidding me Luke? I JUST asked you!!! Just eat your lunch (and I kept driving)
30 minutes later...
Luke - I have to go to the bathroom.
Me - OK...We can stop. (Pulls off to exit)
Luke - Oh, I can wait.
Me - (Turning car around)
Maria -I have to go potty.
20 minutes later...
Maria - I can't hold it! (We stop)
5 minutes later...(We are home)
Luke goes to the bathroom.
Elise meanwhile has wet/pooped/spitup in her car seat and is worthy of a serious wash down. I unpack the car and clean the carseat.
Aren't road trips fun?
See all of you grandma's and grandpa's...this is why I like it when you come to us.