Me: Is that corn? (Looking at short corn stalks.)
Me: It's really small, maybe it's baby corn.
Son: (upon seeing a covered speed limit sign.) Look no speed limit.
The kids and hubby noticed me taking out my little notebook and noting things. They started making stuff up. Like:
Day 3...I have gas.
I travel with my pillow everywhere. So, as the road was endless, the stories started flowing.
One I wrote down was about me jumping out of a plane with my pillow strapped to the backpack.
Daughter got chocolate on her pants...right there...oh the drama!
Then as we drove through Yuma, AZ. My jukebox of a hubby started singing the Numa Numa song. Video follows! (Oh not of hubby, but of the numa numa guy.)
One more for you.
After leaving AZ/CA checkpoint someone says...
You'll have to step out, this car smells like bananas.