Okay, more like gone on a ten hour road trip with a five year old, but I’m sure you get the point. Don’t know if I’ll have internet access, so happy whatever floats your boat and see you next week about this time.
One other thing:
Gone Fishin’
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Ten hour road trip. Five year old. I am officially nominating you for canonization (or whatever the first step to sainthood is). My kids are both teenagers. They both have iPods. Our eleven-hour drive to Maine (and the eleven-hour drive home) was very, very, very, very quiet.
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