Everybody is preparing for our adventure. Cris is starting to pack and make lists of the things we will need for the long drive south. Miss Add is making a list of all the things she needs to pack to keep her entertained. And I am...well, I'm the driver, so I'm using Google Maps to figure out the best route. Let's get back to Miss Add...
Cris handed me Miss Add's packing list:
Here's how I read it: Toy ladybug, toy cat, to cow, toy horse, boy...
You shoulda seen my face. Here she is, all five years of age, and she wants to pack a boy?!? I had a small "Daddy's freakin' out!!!" moment. I'm not ready for this, I probably never will be.
Then I read the list again and figured it out. She ran out of room after cow...
She wrote "TOY COWBOY"
I'm better now. I can handle Sheriff Woody coming along with us. That's the only other "BOY" besides Daddy allowed in the car...
My Lord, what am I gonna do when she's a teenager and there's no toy cow before the boy in her packing list? Yup...probably freak out again...
I think I'll just focus on this year's trip for now.
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