So we decided to take a trip down to Chicago to visit family just before Christmas. Your Dad got a new minivan and was anxious to take a road trip. And didn't want to tell your grandpa, but just show up with it. Yeah, I don't know. It's his thing. So off we went. This van has a built in dvd player, which you enjoyed. We made it to Wisconsin Dells for dinner. McDonalds - the easiest choice. We can find something quick, easy, inexpensive and we don't feel too bad for leaving a mess. And you can scream if you want. Not that you want.
And you can take a bite out of Dad's dinner (nevermind you have your very own dinner).
And this particular Mickey D's was pretty cool. Lodgelike with tall ceilings and had a menagerie of animals all over. A carved bear, festooned with Santa hat and red scarf, by the fireplace, but also the taxidermied variety dispersed throughout the room. A raccoon eating french fries. Another sipping a milkshake. A fox up on the rafters (that one freaked Zoe out, she didn't want to walk around on her own). A moose. Deer. Hmm. Animals are tasty.
But after dinner Roman was mesmerized by his happy meal toy. Don't ask me what it is, but he was intrigued.
On the way out Zoe wanted to see the arcade. So I took her in and there were some driving games, which she pointed out. "Drive!".
Later, in the car, she was getting tired. Getting cranky. Getting demanding. Here's an email I sent to Grandma Jane en route:
"We are an hour out and Zoe is squirrley. She keeps saying 'I want to drive'. Mike had his last cigarette this morning and we are having a gay old time."
Yes, the day he decided to quit smoking. Is this a good idea when we're cooped up in a car together for 7 or 8 hours?? No, not a good idea. And Zoe, you want to drive?!
Sorry, honey.
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