Chapter 26
One of them sorted socks, one of them found the red shirt which matched the red skirt, etc. etc. It was WONDERFUL until we got to PA.!!
For some strange reason our children are anxious to get INTO the car and START the trip.
It’s after the first five minutes the questions begin: How much longer is it ’til we get there?
How many more towns do we have to go through?
How many miles is it? Have we really only come TEN miles?
Gosh, Mom, why didn’t we take an airplane?
How far is it to the next service station…
And what’s the first thing they want after the visit to the service station restroom—you guessed it—A COKE!!
We have a friend who’s the father of five girls.
He had a rather good theory on traveling with children.
First of all, you teach them excellent table manners.
Then before departure you load the car with lots of edible goodies.
And encourage them to eat, eat, eat… huh-uh, not a word, you got food in your mouth! !
It’d be my misfortune though to miss out on something really great while they had a mouthful of food—like an albino unicorn or a real purple cow, or maybe a policeman when I was
TESTING their vision to see if they could tell me what color the center of wild daisies were at 60 MPH.
So I guess it will all go as usual… it’s 800 miles to the nearest one hole outhouse…
there’s a waiting line three miles long…
NO they do not have CHARMIN’… they had to send to Dallas for a new Sears catalog…
Yes, we’ve only come TEN miles… with all the hot air coming from the back seat it’s a miracle we don’t lift up and fly…
last count, we went through eight million forty two towns and they were building one more…
At least when we do get there all the socks will match… I HOPE!!!