In 100 words or less.
An essay by Busy-Dad-E
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After a 3 hour adventure getting the boys urinated, bathed, urinated, dressed, urinated, fed, urinated and loaded in the minivan (and urinated), we were ready to depart on a 400 mile road trip. We circled around to the front of the hotel (a distance of about 50 feet) to check-out. We parked, and as I unbuckled my seatbelt, Little Brother asked—in all sincerity—“are we at Papa’s?”
“Not quite, buddy,” I replied. “only another 2,111,950 feet to go.”
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See you on Fatherhood Friday,
Happy Turkey Day Tomorrow,
From my 3 Turkeys to Yours,
Busy-Dad-E
Pee.S. A proposed new unit of measure for travelling with young kids: Gallons Per Mile
(gallons being measured in urine). Any number greater than 1 is bad.
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LOL! Very brave experience for two parents...glad you made it home safely. Rosi
ReplyDeleteIt is definitely hard. So much easier when they get a little bit older.
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