After about 20 minutes, I had the brilliant idea of breaking out the juice boxes. Now, juice boxes require some delicate handling. Hindsight tells me that hysterical toddlers are not prone to delicacy. Motts for Tots was sprayed throughout the back seat of the car, and the screaming reached record volume as the cherubs became drenched in fruit punch.
But, we made it home without any vomiting this time, and the girls are happily munching on the stalks of prematurely harvested yellow onions. And spitting out the chewed up stalks. On my kitchen floor. See?
5 comments:
Oh man, this had me laughing so hard...because I feel your pain! At least Grammy will believe you now, that it really is THAT bad!
Lol! Picturing your mother with the hand gestures really cracks me up! hehehe
Aren't they fun?!
Have a good Tuesday - see you - Kellan
You forgot to mention that Grammy is now in the bathroom sucking her thumb:) I know your pain!
I was laughing the second I started reading this. How I know the pain of thinking a little trip will be fun, but then realizing it is NOT fun at all. I love the image of Grammy waving limbs around!!
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