Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Road tripped

I cannot broker another backseat peace agreement between the seven year old and two year old separatist camps.

I cannot pass another snack to the separatists in bumper to bumper traffic while the GPS confuses the "local traffic only" section of the highway for an actual exit and tries to force us across five lanes.

I cannot drop that snack and be forced to root through my bag, the kids bags, and ultimately the floorboard of the front seat for a replacement snack.

I absolutely positively cannot utter the words "look, bulldozer!" as a diversion technique when the snack cannot be located or retrieved from its hiding place under the car seat.

At least until our next trip.

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