We began our Holiday by driving to Ohio to celebrate with family. It’s about a five to six hour drive depending on Chicago traffic. Anytime you put the five of us in the car together for that long, you walk away with a few gems.
Me to Cheerio at the beginning of the trip:
“If you are going to take off your boots, do it now before your feet get too sweaty and you kill us all.”
Boy Wonder, left completely aghast by the “No Shoulder Riding” sign along the road:
“What? How can they make that law?”
Cheerio, about halfway through the trip:
“Wow. Has anyone even farted on this trip yet?”
On my husband’s pick of restaurants for lunch (which, by the way, was a nondescript red brick building with very few windows and located in the middle of nowhere. It was noon and there was not a single car in the lot):
Kids: Why can’t we go ahead to the next exit and eat at Cracker Barrel?
Husband: If we go to Cracker Barrel, you will forget it within the week. But if we go to here…
Rosebud (interrupting): We will just wish we could forget.
If I have to be stuck in a car for hours on end, I am so glad to be stuck with these people. My people.
Ohio was grand. Cousins (those with fur and without) were played with.
Food was eaten and cookies were decorated.
We returned home on Christmas Eve and the kids exchanged the presents they had picked out for each other.
Did I mention how much I love this family?