Holy cow. Road trips with 9 year old twins and a 7 year old is no joke. Instead of playing my childhood road trip game of 20 Questions, I feel like I just spent a day playing 20 Million Questions.
"Can we talk yet?"
No. It's 6:30 a.m. There is no talking until the sun comes up.
"How much longer?"
Can you seriously not tell time? We have HOURS to go.
"Can I have a pop tart?"
"What other movies did we bring?"
You already forgot?
"Can you turn the heat up/down; air up/down; fan on?"
Why do these vans not come with personalized temperature gauges?
"Can we stop for the bathroom?"
Seriously? We stopped 30 minutes ago. How can you possibly have to go again?
"Can you turn the radio up/down/off?"
Can we just all agree to silence?
"I know you said we had an hour to go. So how much longer now?"
We were on the road to Florida by 3:30 am today. The kids slept until about 6:30. After that, all bets were off. Overall, they were great during the 15 hour drive. They hardly fought. Nobody spilled anything in the new van. We made it safely.
If I had to answer one more question...