Travelling Time Funnies

Earlier this June the family loaded up the van and headed to Topsail Island, NC, to spend a few days with Dana's family. We were a few blocks from our house when we realized we forgot something (I cannot now remember what it was), turned around and headed back to get it. Finally believing we had all things packed up, we took off again. About a half mile outside of our neighborhood, E asks the question that will mark almost every 10 miles of our trip: HOW MUCH FARTHER?!!?

The first time he asked this question, Dana and I both looked at the GPS and D said, "We've got 6 hundred 66 miles to go...we're in a bad spot buddy!" He and I both chuckle a little.

"Yeah," E agreed. "The good spot will be at the beach!"

We kept driving and about 10 minutes later, almost out of town , D-D begins telling us her trademark phrase for the trip: I NEED TO GO POTTY!!!

She had gone about 15 minutes earlier!
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About an hour and a half later, we were playing a word game. E had come up with a word and said, "It starts with an 'S' and has 7 letters."

In a quiet whisper, we heard MG inform her brother, "That's not a word! It's a name!!!"
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Sometime later we are still playing the game and it was once again E's turn. He had exhausted all the words on the front of his books and desperately trying to figure out a word, he decides he needs to think about it out loud, "Starts with a 'T'....sssstaaarrrts with a 'T'...noooo...wait!!! I forgot!...OH! Starts with an 'S' (MG begins guessing at this point)...MG! Quiet! I can't think!!! It starts with an..n..n 'A, B,' annnnd...it starts with an 'F'...ummmmm....it starts with an 'M'..."
We are laughing too hard by this time to hear all of the other letters his word starts with, but pretty soon he is too confused to continue and hands the turn over to someone else.

Dana: I am thinking of a word that has 9 letters, begins with a C and is the name of a place.
MG: California!
Dana: No, but close.
MG: Colorado!
Dana: Right!
E: What's that?
Dana and MG: The name of a state.
E: Man!!! I couldn't get that one!! I didn't even know there was a state called Cali-rado!
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Little Z learned how to put his fingers in his ears for some quiet time a few days before our trip. He used this method when it would get too loud for him...even if he was the one making most of the racket!